ONCE more in dreams, wandering along the road by the sea, I tarry a moment leaning my elbows on the wall beside you— I look out over the blue waves with your eyes, and feel the sun on me as you that feel it; My mother it is that sits in the balcony among her pots of oleander in the little narrow street, my boat that lies half-heeled upon the sand; These are my mountains that I love, This is your face and mine clear-cut upon the air. Your life-warm lips I kiss and mine you kiss again, And laughing part with bright @3a rivederci@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNOW-FLAKES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE SOJOURN IN THE WHALE by MARIANNE MOORE TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |