Explore "Spring Morning" by Frances Darwin Cornford on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Like to islands in the seas, / Stand our personalities -- / Islands where we always face / One another's watering place. / When we promenade our sands / We can hear each other's bands, / We can see on festal nights / Red and green and purple lights, / Gilt pavilions in a row, / Stucco houses built for show.
But our eyes can never reach / Further than the foolish beach, / Never can they hope to win / To the fastnesses within: / Rocks unsealed that watch the sky / And the tormented clouds go by; -- / Darkest forests full of gleams / Ever-passing; -- pouring streams; -- / Chasms where a Monster lowers; -- / Sweet and unimagined flowers.