THE breeze inscribes with ring on ring The grizzled oily seas of Spring; Around the headland, gray and pale, Comes, like a ghost, a gliding sail. Through brooding tides I see her come Where once I rowed, where once I swum; Ah! then that weltering water's hue Was rainbow-purple, peacock-blue. She veers and fades; she dies away In gulfs of universal gray; And of my boyhood and its boast She seems the melancholy ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE THREE BEST THING: 1. WORK by HENRY VAN DYKE |