WHO hath not walked beside the sea And loved the languor of its sand, Dreaming of all the things that be, Life here and life beyond the strand. He hath not met with majesty, His soul hath freedom yet to learn; He cannot picture eternity, Where God's bright beacon fires burn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE POET: A RHAPSODY by MARK AKENSIDE PIONEER WOMAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE INTREPID MARINER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |