One word the ships speak. Only loud or low the tone; One mist hovering about them: A violet flute with lavender speech. The waves sing a song, their own, To answer the screech of the gull; The sunsets fiery music Breaks the heavens blue lull. Dance the golden cloud-ships With sails of rose and silver; While from the haven of the east, The moon-ship weighs her anchor. The sun-galleon has rowed downwards; As our ships the self-same way; The moon and her star fleet sail heavenward, Following Night's trackless pathway | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR |