The Coral Grove

DEEP in the wave is a coral grove,
Where the purple mullet, and gold-fish rove,
Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue,
That never are wet with falling dew,
But in bright and changeful beauty shine,
Far down in the green and glassy brine.
The floor is of sand, like the mountain drift,
And the pearl shells spangle the flinty snow;
From coral rocks the sea plants lift
Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow;
The water is calm and still below,
For the winds and waves are absent there,
And the sands are bright as the stars that glow
In the motionless fields of upper air:
There with its waving blade of green,
The sea-flag streams through the silent water,
And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen
To bluch, like a banner bathed in slaughter:
There with a light and easy motion,
The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea;
And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean
Are bending like corn on the upland lea:
And life, in rare and beautiful forms,
Is sporting amid those bowers of stone,
And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms,
Has made the top of the waves his own:
And when the ship from his fury flies,
Where the myriad voices of ocean roar,
When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies,
And demons are waiting the wreck on shore;
Then far below in the peaceful sea,
The purple mullet, and gold-fish rove,
Where the waters murmur tranquilly,
Through the bending twigs of the coral grove.
Monday, October 11, 2010
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Bri Edwards 29 January 2014
i don't think my long-dead relative meant: bluch Pronounced Bl-uh-ck' -the ck' sounds guteral, and drops off softly. A feeling in the stomach; of discomfort, such as gassy, discomfortable, icky. A feeling often associated with post-swimming gas induced by chlorine ingestion, or occasionally too much southern comfort or other gas inducing alcoholic drinks. -After swimming Puato Bandito felt very bluch, and he believed it was probably pee poisoning. Oh man that vodka made me feel bluch. I don't think I can drink anymore, gimme a rum. by The Urban Myth August 31,2008 i especially like these lines: And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms, Has made the top of the waves his own: =============================== i added to MyPoemLIst ...............bri edwards :)
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