Sea waves are green and wet, But, up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown and dry. They are the sea made land, To come at the fisher town And bury in solid sand The men she could not drown. She may know cove and cape, But she does not know mankind If by any change of shape, She hopes to cut off mind. Men left her a ship to sink: They can leave her a hut as well; And be but more free to think For the one more cast off shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN A BYE-CANAL by HERMAN MELVILLE TO THE MEMORY OF H-- M-- by BERNARD BARTON MAD BLAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WRITTEN TO GAALDINE PRISON CAVES TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE |