Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt from Ballads From Punch and Other Poems
As the sunset echoes wibble From a cloud-clean saffron hill.
Calm is the solemn surface Of waters that woo the skies, And tenderly calm is her face Who gazes with larger eyes At the deepening purple above her, While over her, small and white, There leans, like a courtly lover, The sweetness of all the night.
All day in the sun we boated, How can I tell how far? For years in the sun we ?oated, For ages that yellow star Behind the poplar has trembled, And down to the wine-dark deep, While softer day dissembled The Midsummer call to sleep.
And it's oh, for the neck of the camel, The ostrich, snake, giraffe, What though to-morrow I am ill, To-night I am fain to quaff.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
