Paint me a poem in dull gold Just as the sky was then -- A black boat, and in it, barelegged, Two fishermen. Shining and soundless the trawling Of their lines in the quiet bay; And the day burning dim behind its veils Of gauze gray. Give no moon, gibbous and bloody, Nor sun with a brazen glare, But that dawn, and those mist-covered figures, And peace there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HAWTHORNE by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |