The skies that loom o'er Jersey Are like skies everywhere, Now dun with mist, now heavenly bright With dawns and sunsets fair; Along the hills a glory spills, When stars throb through the air. The changeful skies of Jersey! Each fresh to-morrow brings Sweet subtleties of hue and hue, With gold and purple things In moving shapes of beasts and capes And birds with fiery wings. But, O, the skies of Jersey Mean more, far more to me! They hover o'er a wilding wood Where grows the red bark tree, Where lovers walk for tender talk In May's soft magicry. And 'tis my faith, in Jersey The skies that brighten so Where lovers whisper sacred words As down wood-aisles they go, Show starrier eyes than other skies That do not lovers know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEP by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (B) by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS IN THE EARTHQUAKE by AESCHYLUS IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES |