LUI The silk sail fills, the soft winds wake , Arise and tempt the seas; Our ocean is the Palace lake, Our waves the ripples that we make Among the mirrored trees. ELLE Nay, sweet the shore, and sweet the song, And dear the languid dream; The music mingled all day long With paces of the dancing throng, And murmur of the stream. An hour ago, an hour ago, We rested in the shade; And now, why should we seek to know What way the wilful waters flow? There is no fairer glade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WHITE SPIRITUAL by WILLIAM BERRY LOVE'S PHANTOM by MATHILDE BLIND |