He was a hill man, And she watched the spray Until he came and won her All in a day. Sea-folk will talk all day, But mountain-folk are still And the tide dashes vainly Against a cliff's will. He knows not how to answer Her salt tide of talk. He goes no further from his hills Than a day's walk! Though she climb to roof or hill-top As if her soul to save, All that her eastward staring sees Is a hill-wave. Hill-folk cannot easily Speak what they feel, But his look follows her Like a dog at heel. Far up a hillside Seas cannot climb . . . Her tide of talk is going out Before its time. Destiny that mated them Was less than kind or human; All in a day to tether Hill-man . . . sea-woman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON GLENRIDDEL'S FOX BREAKING HIS CHAIN by ROBERT BURNS AN APRIL WELCOME by PHOEBE CARY THE FOREST SPRING by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |