Here you will find the Poem Caprice of poet Louis Esson
Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight, Veils of colour blent and blown In melodic monotone. Dark and bright, and white and dun light Clash and flash, as into one light Trembling thro? an opal stone, Over green robes of the mountain And the blue skirts of the sea, Spreading from a sacred fountain Hymeneal harmony. Drums and trumpets of the ocean, Oboe spirits of the wind, Violins of forest kind, Flutes that breathe the trees? devotion, Blending, hymn the joyous motion Of the universal mind, When, with chariot cavorting, And a storm of symphonies, Horses snorting, banners sporting, Ocean Seas wed Harbour Seas. Salt of waves, and scent of roses, Seaweed strown along the sand, Blossoms blown from high head-land, As the Ocean-Lord reposes Where the Harbour dreams and dozes, Sultan and Sultana bland, Rocky shrubs, earth, fragrant grasses Spiced with sand and sea and sun, As the gay procession passes, Know that all things are but one. At the sun a wave laughs, leaping Thro? intoxicating air Like a child with tossing hair. But a sea-gull, vigil keeping Flutters, musically sweeping, Delicate and debonair, Where the wave leaps, lightly wheeling, Like a flash of amethyst Clasps the wave, then leaves her, stealing Kisses by the sunshine kissed. Bird that brilliant pinion flies on Thro? the azure atmosphere Pipes a duet, sweet and clear, With the wind the sunlight lies on; Sea weds Sky on dim horizon, And the distant joins the near. Wave and cloud, and fish and swallow, Swaying tree and flying bird Music maddened, flee and follow Till pale mortals, too, are stirred. Over all things Love stands warder. Cloud seeks wave, while close behind Cloud is followed by the wind. Dionysean disorder Laughs, and leaps o?er bar and border, Breaks the shackles of the mind; And in wine-enchanted weather Culls, that life and joy be one, Grapes to mix all things together From the Garden of the Sun. Nature takes delight in shedding Love that joins with benison All the elements in one; And to-day the feast is spreading Till her creatures all are wedding, And of sorrow there is none? So the Summer Day rehearses Bridal lyrics mad to sing As a viol or a verse is, Of the joy of everything.