Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught root among wet pebbles and drift flung by the sea and grated shells and split conch-shells. Beautiful, wide-spread, fire upon leaf, what meadow yields so fragrant a leaf as your bright leaf? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET TO TARTAR, A TERRIER BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PLACE OF REMEMBRANCE by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE SONG/FOR SANNA by OLGA BROUMAS |