Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA, by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL


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A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Sky in its lucent splendor lifted
Last Line: Scatter such dreams away!
Alternate Author Name(s): Hedbrooke, Andrew
Subject(s): Morning


SKY in its lucent splendor lifted
Higher than cloud can be;
Air with no breath of earth to stain it,
Pure on the perfect sea.

Crests that touch and tilt each other,
Jostling as they comb;
Delicate crash of tinkling water,
Broken in pearling foam.

Plashings -- or is it the pinewood's whispers,
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 but clap together,
Fountains, flower-like, grow --
Limpid bells on stems of silver --
Out of a slope of snow.

Sea-depths, blue as the blue of violets --
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 air, like a passionate promise
Born of a moment's 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 upstarting,
Scatter such dreams away!





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