Bowed as an elm under the weight of its beauty,
So earth is bowed, under her weight of splendor,
Molten sea, richness of leaves and the burnished
Bronze of sea-grasses.
Clefts in the cliff shelter the purple sand-peas
And chicory flowers bluer than the ocean
Flinging its foam high, white fire in sunshine,
Jewels of water.
Joyous thunder of blown waves on the ledges,
Make me forget war and the dark war-sorrow -
Against the sky a sentry paces the sea-cliff
Slim in his khaki.
Nahant
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: beauty, dark, fire, ocean, purple, sky, sorrow, sunshine, water, earth, white, forget, thunder, high, war, sea, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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