20
bittersweet shadows.
Then, the crystal channel won,
In its deep the shallop shone,
Sails of silver, prow of pearl:
Hidden ledges brake that dream,
Sucking down the flash and gleam
Underneath their high-tide swirl.
In its deep the shallop shone,
Sails of silver, prow of pearl:
Hidden ledges brake that dream,
Sucking down the flash and gleam
Underneath their high-tide swirl.
Free again, broad sunshine found,
Slid the boat on, greenly wound
With its veil of bittersweet,
Tangling round the sunk rock's edge,
Catching streamers of sea-sedge
From the sheen beneath our feet.
Slid the boat on, greenly wound
With its veil of bittersweet,
Tangling round the sunk rock's edge,
Catching streamers of sea-sedge
From the sheen beneath our feet.
Anchored in the dusk, a spell
From the folds of twilight fell
On the bay's black, star-strewn floor.
Awe with that weird glitter crept
Shuddering through our thoughts; we stept
Gladly on firm land once more,
From the folds of twilight fell
On the bay's black, star-strewn floor.
Awe with that weird glitter crept
Shuddering through our thoughts; we stept
Gladly on firm land once more,
Trailing home the bittersweet.
Such dim ending was but meet
For an afternoon so rare.
Such dim ending was but meet
For an afternoon so rare.
