I AM a pool in a peaceful place, I greet the great sky face to face, I know the stars and the stately moon And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-- But why does it always bring to me The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea? The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, But the wind comes whispering in between, In the dead of night when the sky is deep The wind comes waking me out of sleep-- Why does it always bring to me The far-off, terrible call of the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CONVERSION by RALPH WILHELM BERGENGREN PSALM 13 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 28. AD TE DOMINE CLAMABO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |