Post by camoens on Nov 23, 2008 19:48:29 GMT -5
Sky in its lucent splendor lifted
Higher than a cloud can be;
Air with no breath of earth to stain it
Pure on the perfect sea.
Crests that touch and tilt eachother,
Jostling as they comb;
Delicate crash of tinkling water,
Broken in the pearling foam.
Plashings- or is it the pinewoods whispers?
The babble of brooks unseen,
Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms,
Brushing aside the green?
Waves that dip, and dash and sparkle;
Foam wreaths slipping by,
Soft as a snow of broken roses
Afloat over mirrored sky.
Off to the east the steady sun track
Golden meshes fill--
Webs of fire, that lace and tangle,
Never a moment still.
Liquid palms that clap together,
Fountains, flowerlike grow.
Limpid bells on stems of silver--
Out of a slope of snow.
Sea depths. blue as the blue of violates-
Blue as a summer sky,
When you blink at its arch sprung over
Where in the grass you lie.
Dimly an orange bit of rainbow,
Burns where the low west clears,
Broken in the air, like a passionate promise
Born of a moments tears.
Thinned to amber, rimmed with silver,
Clouds in the distance dwell,
Clouds that are cool, for all their color,
Pure as a rose-lipped shell.
Fleets of wool in the upper heavens
Gossamer wings unfurl;
Sailing so high they seem but sleeping
Over yon bar of pearl.
What would the great world lose, I wonder
Would it be missed or no--
If we stayed in the opal morning,
Floating forever so?
Swung to sleep by the swaying water.
Only to dream all day--
Blow, salt wind from the north up starting,
Scatter such dreams away!
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No longer sure of title or who wrote it, but I do enjoy the feel of this one.
Higher than a cloud can be;
Air with no breath of earth to stain it
Pure on the perfect sea.
Crests that touch and tilt eachother,
Jostling as they comb;
Delicate crash of tinkling water,
Broken in the pearling foam.
Plashings- or is it the pinewoods whispers?
The babble of brooks unseen,
Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms,
Brushing aside the green?
Waves that dip, and dash and sparkle;
Foam wreaths slipping by,
Soft as a snow of broken roses
Afloat over mirrored sky.
Off to the east the steady sun track
Golden meshes fill--
Webs of fire, that lace and tangle,
Never a moment still.
Liquid palms that clap together,
Fountains, flowerlike grow.
Limpid bells on stems of silver--
Out of a slope of snow.
Sea depths. blue as the blue of violates-
Blue as a summer sky,
When you blink at its arch sprung over
Where in the grass you lie.
Dimly an orange bit of rainbow,
Burns where the low west clears,
Broken in the air, like a passionate promise
Born of a moments tears.
Thinned to amber, rimmed with silver,
Clouds in the distance dwell,
Clouds that are cool, for all their color,
Pure as a rose-lipped shell.
Fleets of wool in the upper heavens
Gossamer wings unfurl;
Sailing so high they seem but sleeping
Over yon bar of pearl.
What would the great world lose, I wonder
Would it be missed or no--
If we stayed in the opal morning,
Floating forever so?
Swung to sleep by the swaying water.
Only to dream all day--
Blow, salt wind from the north up starting,
Scatter such dreams away!
------
No longer sure of title or who wrote it, but I do enjoy the feel of this one.