Exile

Under heavy eyelids lie Glowing breadths of tropic sky; A cloud-like incense in the west; An isle upon the Ocean's breast; Long, crested waves, that haste to reach And perish on a snow-white beach. A shining shallop, trim and frail, Borne down upon a spicy gale; Two lovers in the ocean vast-- Two lovers loving well at last Within the shadow of the sail. Under heavy eyelids creep Fitful shadows fraught with sleep; Subtle odors in the air Pause and tremble everywhere; Melancholy night-birds sing; Fire-flies are on the wing; Fragrant dells of turf and fern Where the cactus blossoms burn; Two lovers fleeing from the past-- Two lovers loving well at last Shall never to the world return.