Author Edward H. Schafer The nacreous land had no dust ā I went on, and came to the shore of a gemmy pool: Under the thickset cedrela trees A white dragon came to smell a man. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments