Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EXILE, by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: It is not when the seamew cries above the grey-green foam Last Line: Or the hill-wind in a broom-sweet place. Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Exiles; Home; Longing; Nostalgia; Sighs | ||||||||
It is not when the seamew cries above the grey-green foam Or circling o'er the bracken-fields the fluttering lapwings fly, Or when above the broom and gale the lark is in his windy home That thus I long, and with old longing sigh. For I am far away now, and now have time for sighing, For sighing and for longing, where the grey houses stand. In dreams I am a seamew flying, flying, flying To where my heart is, in my own lost land. It is when in the crowded streets the rustling of white willows And tumbling of a brown hill-water obscure the noisy ways; Then is the ache a bitter pain; and to hear grey-green billows, Or the hill-wind in a broom-sweet place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND SIGHS AGAIN (AUTOBIOGRAPHY 15) by MICHAEL PALMER SAO PAULO SIGHS (AUTOBIOGRAPHY 14) by MICHAEL PALMER THE LOST LADY: SONG by WILLIAM BERKLEY THE SIGHING TIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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