Two larks are lilting rain thoughts. Like long threads Of silver lace the veil before the sun Whips lightly on a breeze; frays out. A gun Stifles the fog-horns and a dreadnaught spreads Her swinging shadow to North Islands sheds, Streaming but now like gossamer so spun That waters, roofs, earth, sky and ships were one -- Diaphanous, ethereal -- drawn shreds. You'll hear our larks of Loma whistling now. The gray, fire-riddled veil, a tattered sheet, Falling from masthead, stern and bow Loosens sun-sequins on the drab-gold fleet. Mists gather radiance at your white brow And swirl in wisps of dream about your feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR QUIET WORK; SONNET by MATTHEW ARNOLD OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR by EDWIN ARNOLD SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |