At Minas Basin and Other Poems — A Red Sunrise

Fit for the palace of high seneschal!

Inlaid with colors which the Tyrian King Vain sought to rival on his royal scroll, And echoing yet the ocean's trembling string: Methinks the Master wrought this ivory hall To please the love of beauty in His soul.

A RED SUNRISE.

The naked Bay its silver notes is telling Sweeter than flute or harp or singing bird, Beatings of rosy rhythm in winsome word Of lilting song are softly shoreward welling: Anear and far the ruddy waters swelling, In laughter-peals around the fair earth heard, Thrill swift the home-bound keels so long unstirred-- The kiss of day the weary wings compelling.