Where the blue comes down to the brine, And the brine goes up to the blue, It's shine, shine, shine, The whole day through, The whole summer day long, dear. Till the sun like a harbour buoy, Is riding afloat in the west, And it's joy, joy, joy, For the place of his rest, The haven of No-more-fear. Then the stars come out on the sea, To dance on the purple floor. Their Master has turned the key In the silver door, And my heart's delight draws near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER THE TARRY BUCCANEER by JOHN MASEFIELD THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM by BERNARD BARTON PRESENTIMENT by AMBROSE BIERCE |