The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop trnquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in enamelled sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship and wander ever with woven hands,' Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands: How we alone of mortals are Hid under quiet bows apart, While, our love grows and Indian star, A meteor of the burning heart, One with the tide that gleams. the wing that gleam and dart, The heavy boughs, the burnished dove That moans and sighs a hundred days: How when we die our shades will rove, When eve has hushed the feathered ways, With vapoury footsole among the water's drowsy blaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOUDED SOUL by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN FRAGMENTS OF A POEM ON THE EXCELLENCE OF CHRISTIANITY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |