Then like the ship at rest in the bay I drop my sails and come home To harbour in his arms and stay For ever harboured from harm. On his foot's beach my combers ride The vaulted coral where he stands, And spray against his rock of side Showers that fill his hands. O whirlwinds catching up the sea And folding islands in your shawls, Give him to me, give him to me, And I will wrap him in my shallows. O the Red Sea parted long ago When the angel went whistling through, My seas rise up in pride also To let his chariots through. The masculine cliff-face gazed out At the smile of the horizon, And disregards the sea that flaunts Her beauties by the dozen. So he looks out over my subjugation Where the combers coil at his feet, And sees, the far side of adulation, My Hesperides rise singing, one moment, from the ocean, And the next, sinking, weep. But from the altitude of his domination O sometimes, like waterfalls, His hand comes down through a gravity of anticipation And a constellation of nuptials. Nightly to his archipelagoes where Apples adorn the pillar, My kiss of fishes moves in schools and bears The body to him on a silver platter. The syzygies, over our Balkan bed, Shed silver on the peninsula, Against whose shores my waters beat their head Like rain on a red star. The narwhal with a spike on its brow Spins thrashing through the wave: His love is mine, who lashes now In the sweat of seas I gave. Then morning, like a monument Glittering in a tree, Reminds me of a former moment When the first star was immanent And the mountain, dominant, Leaned down and kissed me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |