Classic Poem

The limpid shimmering sea is like a turquoise:
indigo afar, crystal near the shore.
The sun, gently kissing the horizon,
shines on the waters as a mist of gold.

The boat moves gaily to the urging oars;
the surface shivers with a silvery splash;
and neath the mountain, thick with arid green,
a radiant yellow stretch of shore extends.

A pelican, flapping down with fainting flight,
on the deep velvet carpet of the waves
tapers its wings and spreads them open wide.

No sound, no plaint, no anguish, no desire;
life, in love with heaven's opal, swoons
in light-intoxicated lethargy.