Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still. Sheer miracles of loveliness Lie hid in its unlooked-on bed: Anemones, salt, passionless, Blow flower-like; just enough alive To blow and multiply and thrive. Shells quaint with curve, or spot, or spike, Encrusted live things argus-eyed, All fair alike, yet all unlike, Are born without a pang, and die Without a pang, and so pass by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BACKGROUND AND DESIGN by KAREN SWENSON SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A WAR SONG TO ENGLISHMEN by WILLIAM BLAKE AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER |