Nature
On Persian Hills
From The Dark Fire (1918)
Nature
On Persian hills the Moonlights shadowed roses
Still as the stone walls; their pale dream-swept faces
Hang in soft clusters weary and dusty grey.
A lattice lies wide open on those hills:
Who looks upon that carven soundless scene—
The Tree, the Peacock and the shining Moon?
It is jet dark that small high window square;
The shadowed roses dream, the Moon is still;
Without a sound the Peacock now has flown.
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Turner, W. J. “On Persian Hills.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/turner/37/.
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Turner, W. J. “On Persian Hills.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/turner/37/.
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