And brawny shoulder. See, how quickly there
Across the steel-tinged water darts a boat
By two bare-legged youngsters set afloat.
Its pointed yellow sail in this light air
Seems a belated autumn leaf. Behind,
Yon granite nymph that races with the wind
And never tires, has checked for once her stride.
An unguessed softness in her eager face,
She stoops to gather with a timid grace
The white and golden pansies at her side.
Across the steel-tinged water darts a boat
By two bare-legged youngsters set afloat.
Its pointed yellow sail in this light air
Seems a belated autumn leaf. Behind,
Yon granite nymph that races with the wind
And never tires, has checked for once her stride.
An unguessed softness in her eager face,
She stoops to gather with a timid grace
The white and golden pansies at her side.
The folk who throng the paths are plainly dressed
In sober colors, but the pigeons stalk
So proudly up and down each sheltered walk
And each displays on swelling throat and breast
The season's latest shades for gown and vest
Only the lindens—for sun-hours are brief,
Reveal a glimmer of unfolding leaf—
The other trees have spread against the west
Their fan-shaped webs of black point-lace that veil
With exquisite design a sky of pale
Geranium and silver, daintily
Brocaded. Yet, I watch where far away
The obelisk from Egypt lifts its grey
Lean finger pointed skyward warningly.
In sober colors, but the pigeons stalk
So proudly up and down each sheltered walk
And each displays on swelling throat and breast
The season's latest shades for gown and vest
Only the lindens—for sun-hours are brief,
Reveal a glimmer of unfolding leaf—
The other trees have spread against the west
Their fan-shaped webs of black point-lace that veil
With exquisite design a sky of pale
Geranium and silver, daintily
Brocaded. Yet, I watch where far away
The obelisk from Egypt lifts its grey
Lean finger pointed skyward warningly.
THE "MORNING-GLORY" GEYSER
Oh, monstrous flower huge and delicate
As pure of color, exquisite of line
As are the brittle stars of meadow-vine
Or satin-sapphire gentians blooming late
Among the meadow-grasses and the great
As pure of color, exquisite of line
As are the brittle stars of meadow-vine
Or satin-sapphire gentians blooming late
Among the meadow-grasses and the great
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