A PARTING golden haze Reveals a lime-girt place Of garden-alleys still That wonders fill -- Fruit-feasting while the slow Fountain-rain laps below Cold-dreaming naiades' Long green-grey knees -- Great hats and low ripe hair; Sacque-bosoms almost bare; Silk skirts soft-puffed and wide, Drooping beside -- Small faces, hesitant, pale -- Gowns -- trees -- all tremulous, frail; Faint violet, faint green, Faint rose scarce-seen. Where is this gathering's Dance-consort of slim strings? In it I long to play The viola Tuned to the undertone Of water plashing down Deep marble honey-dull Of ripples full. Mid bergomask or fain Impossible pavane The blue bird of romance Floats o'er the dance. A madam elegant, A dandy figurant In vain the bird pursue (As I do too); Yet it is near, so near, This land fantastic, dear (Where none but one can come) The bird drops home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON THE AUTO-DA-FE; A LEGEND OF SPAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 2 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SWEET PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON HASTINGS' SONNETS: 4 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |