Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Madeira from the Sea of poet Sara Teasdale

Madeira from the Sea

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges 
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea; 
Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city, 
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms. 
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers, 
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep, 
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.