Quatrains

A quatrain hark at the lips of this pink whorl of shell And you shall hear the ocean’s surge and roar: So in the quatrain’s measure, written well, A thousand lines shall all be sung in four! A HOLLYHOCK SERAGLIO of the Sultan Bee! I listen at the waxen door, And hear the zithern’s melody And sound of dancing on the floor. MOONRISE WITHIN this silent palace of the Night, See how the moon, like some huge, phantom moth, Creeps slowly up across the azure cloth That hangs between the darkness and the light.

Collection: 
English
Frank Dempster Sherman

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