THROUGH the rose-red chasms and the gorges Of granite and porphyry, The mountain river surges And battles down to the sea, Deep, deep out of sight, Save where a flash of white Sometimes leaps in the sun And then is gone. And a giant might shoot with an arrow, Mile upon mile though it be, Through the cloven mountain, the narrow Sheer portal out to the sea. The sea shines purple and blue, Save where a sanguine hue Melts in it under the shapes Of the bare fantastic capes, Coloured like Autumn eves, Or a rose's inner leaves. On the sea is a single skiff, Above, 'twixt cliff and cliff, A grey sea-eagle swings Lone upon wide wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS S. JOHN BAPTIST by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MY GARDEN by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK |