Excerpt from The Last Crusade, and Other Poems The Death of Saint Louis. The summer sea lay fair as any flower Whose blue eye rests upon its mother sky; A million sparkles danced, till far away They seemed one liquid diamond; whisperingly Wave melted into wave; and smile chased smile Across the dappled waters, till each flake Of purple vanished with its parent cloud In that wide dreamland, where, dissolved in mist, The sky and sea are one. Noon held her breath; The sea-bird slept upon the crestless wave, The ripple scarcely kissed the foamless shore, The warm rocks trembled in the giddy air; And basking in serene transparent depths The bright sea ferns, that nestled round their feet, Stirred not a frond. O'er all this loveliness, Like a mild mother o'er her dimpled babe, Whose beauteous calm is mirrored in her face, Bent the blue heaven. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work.

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