HIGH-LYING, sea-blown stretches of green turf, Wind-bitten close, salt-colored by the sea, Low curve on curve spread far to the cool sky, And, curving over them as long they lie, Beds of wild fleur-de-lys. Wide-flowing, self-sown, stealing near and far, Breaking the green like islands in the sea; Great stretches at your feet, and spots that bend Dwindling over the horizon's end, -- Wild beds of fleur-de-lys. The light keen wind streams on across the lifts, Their wind of western springtime by the sea; The close turf smiles unmoved, but over her Is the far-flying rustle and sweet stir In beds of fleur-de-lys. And here and there across the smooth, low grass Tall maidens wander, thinking of the sea; And bend, and bend, with light robes blown aside, For the blue lily-flowers that bloom so wide, -- The beds of fleur-de-lys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON THE BLUEBIRD by EMILY DICKINSON ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE EVICTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |