A great nelumbo heavy on the breast Of heaven's tranquil lake must be the moon Above this garden in the still night's noon Bending the gold of her refulgent crest. Thus to the surface of these days of rest Through all my absent idlesse, late and soon, The thought of you doth blossom and the boon Of the dear face that waits me down the West. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |