@3Cloud-wreath, mist-sheath, Burr about the moon, A dawn of red, a vault of lead: A storm's a-coming soon. Sea-gull, free gull Flit across the sand: A dirty sea there's sure to be When you're upon the land. Mare's tails, mare's tails Sweep a mackerel sky: Oh, reef your sail before the gale -- The foam is bound to fly!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |