Author Robert Browning Wind-wafted from the sunset, o'er the swell Of Summer's slumbrous sea, herself asleep, Came shoreward, in her iridescent shell Cradled, the isle's enchantress. You who keep A drowsy watch beside her ā watch her well! 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