Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh patterned where the cool turf pressed, Flowerlike crept o'er with emerald aphides. Single he couched there, to his circling flocks Piping at times some happy shepherd's tune, Nude, with the warm wind in his golden locks, And arched with the blue Asian afternoon. Past him, gorse-purpled, to the distant coast Rolled the clear foothills. There his white-walled town, There, a blue band, the placid Euxine lay. Beyond, on fields of azure light embossed He watched from noon till dewy eve came down The summer clouds pile up and fade away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CHRISTMAS EVE by MATHILDE BLIND |