BLUE, blue is the sea to -day , Warmly the light Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay Blue, fringed with white. That's no December sky! Surely ' tis June Holds now her state on high, Queen of the noon . Only the tree- tops bare Crowning the hill, Clear- cut in perfect air, Warn us that still Winter, the agèd chief, Mighty in power, Exiles the tender leaf, Exiles the flower, Is there a heart to -day, A heart that grieves For flowers that fade away, For fallen leaves? Oh, not in leaves or flowers Endures the charm That clothes those naked towers With love - light warm . O dear St. Andrews Bay, Winter or Spring Gives not nor takes away Memories that cling All round thy girdling reefs , That walk my shore, Memories of joys and griefs Ours evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WITCHES' FROLIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A NIGHT IN THE FISHERMAN'S HUT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |