Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
Warmly the light
Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay --
Blue, fringed with white.
That's no December sky!
Surely 'tis June
Holds now her state on high,
Queen of the noon.
Only the tree-tops bare
Crowning the hill,
Clear-cut in perfect air,
Warn us that still
Winter, the aged chief,
Mighty in power,
Exiles the tender leaf,
Exiles the flower.
Is there a heart to-day,
A heart that grieves
For flowers that fade away,
For fallen leaves?
Oh, not in leaves or flowers
Endures the charm
That clothes those naked towers
With love-light warm.
O dear St. Andrews Bay,
Winter or Spring
Gives not nor takes away
Memories that cling
All round thy girdling reefs,
That walk thy shore,
Memories of joys and griefs
Ours evermore.
Rhythm, rhyme and a beautiful description of nature... Robert Fuller Murray excels in every respect. What a wonderful write.
I think that this is the most touching description of a scenic place and season that I have read.
Joy and sorrow are parts of life. A nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
a nice poem of a beautiful place? full of memories both good and bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories of joys and griefs! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.