My love said, "What is the sea?" I said, "The unmeasured sea Is my heart, sweetheart, That is stormy or still With its great wild will, Glorying, stainless and free, Or sad with a sorrow beyond man's speech to impart, But for ever calling to thee, Heart of my heart." My love said, "What is the tide?" I said, "The unshackled tide Is my love, sweetheart, The draft and sweep Of the restless deep, Made clean as the stars and wide, That forever must yearn to the land above and apart, Till the day when she sinks to his side, Heart of my heart." My love said, "What is the land?" I said, "The Summer land Is thy face, sweetheart, Dreamy and warm and glad, In a benediction clad, With sunshine sweetened and tanned; And there is the set of the tide, the end and the start, The sea's despair and demand, Heart of my heart!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |