Sunday, 9 February 2014

Way to Mandalay

Herbert James Draper: The Vintage Morn

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
(From W.B. Yeats - The stolen child)