UNDER the shadow of a cloud, the light Died out upon the water, like a smile Chased from a face by grief. Following the flight Of a lone bird that, scudding with the breeze, Dipped its crank wing in leaden-colored seas, I saw in sunshine lifted, clear and bright, On the horizon's rim the Fortunate Isle That claims thee as its fair inhabitant, And glad of heart I whispered, "Be to her, Bird of the summer sea, my messenger; Tell her, if Heaven a fervent prayer will grant, This light that falls her island home above, Making its slopes of rock and greenness gay, A partial glory midst surrounding gray, Shall prove an earnest of our Father's love, More and more shining to the perfect day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) LIFE AND YOU by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN TO A FRIEND: MR. BAKER IS WELL by THOMAS CHATTERTON |