The sun glints the waves with silver; The gull, a white butterfly of desire; The barque, a fancy of some intoxicated singer. The brown islets, lost souls from the world of song; The wind, an ever-sounding, unseen gong, Telling of the worship of the sun, the sea and the storm. Blue, brown, silver, song, sound and storm; Dreams of a dying hour, shadow of a morn That we have seen mirrored in the heart of song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD |