I say now, Fernando, that on that day The mind roamed as a moth roams, Among the blooms beyond the open sand; And that whatever noise the motion of the waves Made on the sea-weeds and the covered stones Disturbed not even the most idle ear. Then it was that that monstered moth Which had lain folded against the blue And the colored purple of the lazy sea, And which had drowsed along the bony shores, Shut to the blather that the water made, Rose up besprent and sought the flaming red Dabbled with yellow pollen--red as red As the flag about the old caf??-- And roamed there all the stupid afternoon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HURRICANE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CHILD ALONE: 3. MY KINGDOM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD COMMENDATORY VERSES TO WILLIAM BROWNE'S 'BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS' by WILLIAM BASSE WHITE MOMENTS by KATHARINE LEE BATES |