WHEN with shut eyes in autumn twilight dim I breathe thy warm breast's odour, then I see That happy shore where everlastingly The sun smites downward from his burning rim; An idle land where Nature in her whim Breeds many a strange and sweetly burdened tree; Where women gaze from candid eyes and free, And the nude men are sinewy and slim. Thine odour bears me to that blesséd zone: Yonder the limp sails to the yard-arms cling, Still weary with their long sea-voyaging; The perfume of green tamarinds is blown About my nostrils, and to me grows one With voices of the sailors as they sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN SONNET: TO DANTE by GUIDO CAVALCANTI SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |