ALL day long in fog and wind, The waves have flung their beating crests Against the palisades of adamant. My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago, Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap, He looked at me from blue and steely eyes; Natty, straight and true, he stepped away, My boy, he went to sea. All day long in fog and wind, The waves have flung their beating crests Against the palisades of adamant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARTING by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE FEAR AND LOVE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BEHIND THE LINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |