Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges <br />Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea; <br />Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city, <br />Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms. <br />High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers, <br />Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep, <br />Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madeira-from-the-sea/
