 SKY in its lucent splendor lifted Higher than cloud can be ; Air with no breath of earth to stain it, Pure on the perfect sea. Crests that touch and tilt each other, Jostling as they comb ; Delicate crash of tinkling water, Broken in pearling foam. Flashings...  The Hermitage and Later Poems - Page 98by Edward Rowland Sill - 1889 - 109 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 662 pages
...of old, And feel the movement of the world no more ! ROBEET K. WEEES. A TROPlCAL MORNlNG AT SEA. SKY in its lucent splendor lifted Higher than cloud can...brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, finishing aside the green? — Waves that dip and dash and sparkle; Foam-wreaths slipping... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1897 - 360 pages
...nor summer shall enter, Since she can come in no more. LC MOULTON. $ £roptcaf (gtormng af |5ea. C KY in its lucent splendor lifted Higher than cloud can...brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wreaths slipping... | |
 | Edward Rowland Sill - 1902 - 370 pages
...longer see : If there is hope for me at all, She must be blind like thee. A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA SKY in its lucent splendor lifted Higher than cloud can...brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wreaths slipping... | |
 | Edward Rowland Sill - 1906 - 468 pages
...Through all the darkness, unto the dawning, To his beloved he giveth sleep. A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA SKY in its lucent splendor lifted Higher than cloud can...brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wreaths slipping... | |
 | Edward Rowland Sill - 1906 - 458 pages
...Through all the darkness, unto the dawning, To his beloved he giveth sleep. A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA SKY in its lucent splendor lifted Higher than cloud can...brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wrjpaths slipping... | |
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