A Picture

The sun burns fiercely down the skies;

The sea is full of flashing eyes;

The waves glide shoreward serpentwise

And fawn with foamy toungues on stark

Gray rocks,each sharp-toothed as a shark,

And hiss in clefts and channels dark.

Blood – purple soon the waters grow,

As though drowned sea-kings fought below

Forgotten fights of long ago.

The gray owl Dusk its wings has spread;

The sun sinks in a blossom-bed

Of poppy – clouds;the day is dead