The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Les Silhouettes

by Oscar Wilde

For other versions of this work, see Les Silhouettes.

FLOWERS OF GOLD

IMPRESSIONS

I

LES SILHOUETTES

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.

 

Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.

 

And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.