- Year Published: 1920
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: United States of America
- Source: Merrick, G. E. (1920). Songs of the wind on a southern shore, and other poems of florida. The Four Seas Publishing Co.
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 7.2
- Word Count: 283
Merrick, G. (1920). “Moonlight in Old St. Augustine”. Songs of the Wind on a Southern Shore, and other Poems of Florida (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved September 17, 2014, from
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George E. Merrick, "“Moonlight in Old St. Augustine”," Songs of the Wind on a Southern Shore, and other Poems of Florida, Lit2Go Edition, (1920), accessed September 17, 2014,.
By pitted walls of ancient rose
Poinsettias’gow the night-noon shows.
And purple petals sifting fall
Upon the faded crumbling wall.
...As if, with vivid youthful glows
To still enliven time-worn rose!
Alladin-built, Alhambra-towered Inn
(Granada’s wealth transferred by Jinn!)
Rears domes as for a Khan arose.
...Apart—from dazzling garish grounds
Rich jeweled round in elfish glows;
—As shadows flee&mdsash;shrink wiser mounds.
Where shrouded San Sebastian seems
A mystic flow of Long-gone dreams,
Rustling tongues;—and far deep-voiced roar
Speak, here, a strangely foreign lore.
And, here, on walls of ancient rose
The soft transforming moonlight flows.
A wiser glow; that stirs,—yet calm:
An older speech sighs through the palms.
Below,—by crumbling faded wall,
Old spirits stir, and hush, and call:
Gaunt gnarled oaks in dreaming breeze
Cast living reminiscent frieze.
O’er dungeoned dour coquina maze
Shadows tread accustomed ways,
And moated tow’rs yield whispered moan:
Faint rasping clank,—as steel on stone—
The pond’rous thud of oaken bale:
...Despairing, deep-entombed wail.
The flood-tide flows above white bars
Where shadows move of ghostly spars.
...Up from the channel’s reedy growth
Comes mellow-echoed Latin oath.
...And halyards rattle—far away…
...Where day-light shows a crumbled quay.
O’er Anastasia’s shifting dunes
THe ever-searching sea-wind croons;
...Unwilling tool of olden knaves
Whom, hopeful still, seek treasure graves.
Responsive sedge yield soughing tunes:
...The miser cedars clutch doubloons.
The bouganinvilla petals fall
On dim-remembered trysting wall,
Their purple sows
The pitted walls of ancient rose.
...Faintly falls through scented haze
Of dead forgotten roundelays…...