Author John Gould Fletcher "And the prince came to the craggy rockBut saw only hissing wavesSo he rested all day amid them."He listens idly,He is content with her voice.He dreams it is the murmurOf distant wave-caps breakingUpon the painted screen. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments