Downhill from the roofless Portuguese cathedral these aliens, from the opposite point of the compass, lie, a community in the grass, insular under a great tree's shade by the sea. Nancy Henry, David Kidd, Lieutenants White and Harding, Rachel Milne, whose husband translated the Bible into Chinese - confusing local certitudes - abandoned by both God and Empire, please only the wanton grass. A Nissan paintcan is today's descendant of the vases which have held a century of flowers for the spirit of the tree that spreads its shade across their clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 26 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN HAWTHORNE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |