This was my dream:
It seemed the afternoon
Of some deep tropic day; and yet the moon
Stood round and bright with golden alchemy
High in a heaven bluer than the sea.
Long lawny lengths of perishable cloud
Hung in a west o'er rolling forests bowed;
Clouds raining colours, gold and violet,
That, opening, seemed from mystic worlds to let
Hints down of Parian beauty and lost charms
Of dim immortals, young, with floating forms.
And all about me fruited orchards grew,
Pear, quince and peach, and plums of dusty blue;
Rose-apricots and apples streaked with fire,
Kissed into ripeness by the sun's desire
And big with juice. And on far, fading hills,
Down which it seemed a hundred torrent rills
Flashed rushing silver, vines and vines and vines
Of purple vintage swollen with cool wines;
Pale pleasant wines and fragrant as late June,
Their delicate tang drawn from the wine-white moon
And from the clouds o'er this sweet world there dripped
An odorous music, strangely feverish-lipped,
That swung and swooned and panted in mad sighs;
Investing at each throb the air with eyes,
And forms of sensuous spirits, limpid white,
Clad on with raiment as of starry night;
Fair, faint embodiments of melody,
From out whose hearts of crystal one could see
The music stream like light through delicate hands
Hollowing a lamp. And as on sounding sands
The ocean murmur haunts the rosy shells,
Within whose convolutions beauty dwells,
My soul became a vibrant harp of love,
Re-echoing all the harmony above.
A descriptive beauty of Nature as dream is wonderfully depicted in this poem! T A Ramesh
A superb poem with great imageries and fine flow, articulate writing...10+++
SEEMS LIKE TOO MUCH TO ASK OF ONESELF, LET ALONE OF SOMEONE ELSE… ESPECIALLY SINCE NEITHER ONE EXISTS. TO ASK FOR ALL OR NOTHING MERELY KEEPS ME OUT COMPLETELY AND KEEPS YOU LOCKED WITHIN!
Hearts of crystal. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
harmony above, harp of love