The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills,
Like hindered rubies, or the light,
A sudden musket spills.
The purple could not keep the east.
The sunrise shook from fold.
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.
The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince.
(The wind is prince of those.)
The orchard sparkled like a Jew,---
How mighty 'twas to stay,
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day.
Excellently colourful.....superb beyond wors...what a poetic expression! ! ! ! ....wonderful
............a beautiful poem with incredible imagery, absolutely love the use of color and jewels ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellently colourful.....superb beyond words...what a poetic expression! ! ! ! ....wonderful