The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
Les Silhouettes
Oscar Fingal O'flahertie Wills Wilde
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Poem topics: joy, moon, sea, sky, wind, grass, young, clear, brown, face, black, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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