A SEA of blossoms, golden as the glow Of morning sunlight on a wind-rocked bay, Beneath the breeze of this rare autumn day Heaves in soft undulation to and fro; Like incense, floating o'er the marsh below, Come fragrant odors of the late-mown hay; Beyond, in harmony of green and gray, The tapering tameracks tower in stately row. And wading through the shimmering waves with song Upon his lips, a fair-haired youth I see, Who swinges off the saffron blossom-bells; Back roll the years, -- a melancholy throng, -- And I behold, in sea-girt Sicily, Theocritus amid the asphodels! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF MAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD DOMINUS VINAEAE; SPIRITUS AGRICOLA by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |