@3Valeria@1 Innocently thought, And worthy of thy youth! I should not say How thou art like the daisy in Noah's meadow, On which the foremost drop of rain fell warm And soft at evening; so the little flower Wrapped up its leaves, and shut the treacherous water Close to the golden welcome of its breast, - Delighting in the touch of that which led The shower of oceans, in whose billowy drops Tritons and lions of the sea were warring, And sometimes ships on fire sunk in the blood Of their own inmates; others were of ice, And some had islands rooted in their waves, Beasts on their rocks, and forest-powdering winds, And showers tumbling on their tumbling self, - And every sea of every ruined star Was but a drop in the world-melting flood. - | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE LIFE OF RILEY by BERTON BRALEY REVERIE IN A CLASSROOM by DOROTHY LAUD BROWN ASOLANDO: MUCKLE-MOUTH MEG by ROBERT BROWNING |