Oscar Wilde

Here you will find the Poem Impressions I. Les Silhouettes of poet Oscar Wilde

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
 The black boat lies: 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.