Far in the mellow western sky,
Above the restless harbor bar,
A beacon on the coast of night,
Shines out a calm, white evening star;
But your deep eyes, my 'longshore lass,
Are brighter, clearer far.
The glory of the sunset past
Still gleams upon the water there,
But all its splendor cannot match
The wind-blown brightness of your hair;
Not any sea-maid's floating locks
Of gold are half so fair.
The waves are whispering to the sands
With murmurs as of elfin glee;
But your low laughter, 'longshore lass,
Is like a sea-harp's melody,
And the vibrant tones of your tender voice
Are sweeter far to me.
Lucy Maud Montgomery writes with a magic pen- everything about this poem is sheer perfection, the easy rhymes and the easy rhythm and the easy flow from verse to verse.
How tenderly the tendrils of infatuation bind the reasoning of our mind, blinding us to all beauty, no matter how exquisite compared to the object of our desire. The author with the fine craftsmanship of an Amish woodworker demonstrates the {almost} lost art of precision rhyme to paint ethereal images of nature, yet finds such beauty a pallor in contrast to this poem's object of love. Another stunning tribute to the fleeting vanity of humankind.
Excellently penned. The rhyming is exqusite and the imagery is superb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an excellent poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery👍👍👍