HE fishes in the night of deep sea pools: For him the nets hang long and low, Cork-buoyed and strong; the silver-gleaming schools Come with the ebb and flow Of universal tides, and all the channels glow. Or, holding with his hand the weighted line, He sounds the languor of the neaps, Or feels what current of the springing brine The cord divergent sweeps, The throb of what great heart bestirs the middle deeps. Thou also weavest meshes, fine and thin, And leaguer'st all the forest ways; But of that sea and the great heart therein Thou knowest nought: whole days Thou toil'st, and hast thy end -- good store of pies and jays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETIREMENT; TO MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS AT SABBATH DOWN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |