Long lay this Loma isle; from age to age A lift of little hills turned from the West Where Ocean Beach finds sea-way; with high crest Of bordered canyons where the small white sage Went pouring honey cups in vassalage To ancient springs forever. She was dressed In wilding ferns, pinks, lilies . . . on her breast Lay poppy gold, a sun-wrought heritage. A murmuring of bees perhaps; perhaps the whirr And rise of tufted quail. I know the tide Beneath ten million moons ran here, ran there, While Loma waited like a waiting bride As lonely and as lost, as if she were A lovely thought that Time had put aside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE by KAREN SWENSON THE SEALS IN PENOBSCOT BAY by KAREN SWENSON THE SCHOOL BOY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY FORE-ELDERS by WILLIAM BARNES |