POETRY.
THE BARGEE.
SARA with the vivid eyes Glittering blue, in those black folds Of your monstrous hood that holds Thoughts which I surmise To be calm, to be fantastic, As slow water, as the plastic
Change of wind-waves in your hood—
If I should
See you, Sara, in a dream
You would seem Egypt's unforgotten lady, Spreading such a massive shady
Setting round your great eyes' gleam—
Like the wig of strange description Round the face of an Egyptian ; Such a thought should be your gift To the dream wherein you'd drift.
Sara whose clear voice outringing, Laughing tempests broadcast flinging, Sets the river-echo singing, If I saw you in a dream You would surely seem Of a Tudor haughtiness, When you shout to all at random, Stamping in a glorious tantrum, With a mien of fierce princess, One more Great Queen Bess.
Sara with that sudden grace Sharpening to a smile your face, If in dreams I saw you drifting, Setting half-caught vistas shifting Round you, then for sure
I should think that smile the lure Of a princess set afloat In some ancient Ganges boat, And my dream would make you drift Down wine-black rivers marble-cliffed, On some incredible moonlight tour, Near ivory locks at night to moor Ebony prows of Indian making— And with waking Smiles like yours would still endure.
CAMILLA DOYLE.
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