Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening-shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.
Madeira From The Sea
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: city, cloud, heaven, lost, sea, song, blue, white, garden, infinite, violet, high, quiet, delicate, distance, crimson, dream, fallen, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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