That brief hill slope uprears so close! The houses of this suburb lie So near that here I cannot see Where, restful in immensity, Earth meets the sky. I know some love their crowded towns, The close-built streets' tumultuous press -- And others crave a valley-fold, Green-girt by cloud-topped heights that hold Hushed loveliness. But I was born of wild sea-kin -- And far and broad my glance must go To prairie rim, to desert verge, Or past wind-marshalled ranks of surge Where strong tides flow. Oh for a table-land of life! To pause thereon, upborne, apart From dull, insistent, petty ways And let the soft horizon haze Draw home my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY |