Drifting by on gauzy wings, Fleece in rose on azure swings, Breeze-blown, through the sky. Every fleet transition brings Dreamy, distant, pictured things. Caravans and caravels, Bearing fruits and asphodels, Float across the sky, Limned like delicate pastels Framed in tinted oriels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MID-WINTER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |