THE sun is sultry o'er the marble lands, Whose milky glimmer branched with glowing gold, Runs downward to the sea's edge, where untold Ages the waves with gently lapping hands Wash into first discoverable sands The jewelled margin. Round I turn and hold Within my gaze the shade of forests old. Each jagged trunk of rock, no wind moves, stands, And shafts of stony blueness sends far out Where twinkle starlike blossoms crystalline, If on their pink profusion the sun slants. Beneath the merry children dance and shout, And on me one whom beauty makes divine Looks with an innocent and curious glance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT THE LAW OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE I AM FREEZING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |