Classic Poem

Beneath a drowsy palm which droops alow
Its graceful bole and whispering fronds to screen
My indolence from glaring day, I lean
Upon this dune that mimics drift of snow,
Thrall to soft idleness, abandoned so
To listless joyance of a sky serene,
And slumbery ocean, that I nothing ween
Save dreamy glimpses aye that come and go:
A plume of smoke, a shimmering sail unfurled,
A hawk in hovering poise or dartling chase,
A dolphin sporting in the foam, a trace
Of melting cloud.—I close mine eyelids, swirled
Into oblivion of Time and Place,
Absorbed and lost in the unconscious world.