Away with the blast of the wind that blows Where the mighty stream of the ocean flows, Where the sun looks down on the laughing sea And the waves dance over it merrily, We ride on the water's breast, On the billow's mighty crest, And we sing as we play with the sparkling spray, But no ear can hear what our voices say, For half is borne by the breeze away And the waves carry off the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT |