I WENT to sea in a glass-bottomed boat And found that the loveliest shells of all Are hidden below in valleys of sand. I saw coral and sponge and weed And bubbles like jewels dangling. I saw a creature with eyes of mist Go by slowly. Star-fish fingers held the water . . . Let it go again . . . I saw little fish, the children of the sea; They were gay and busy. I wanted the sea-weed purple; I wanted the shells; I wanted a little fish to hold in my hands; I wanted the big fish to stop wandering about, And tell me all they knew . . . I have come back safe and dry And know no more secrets Than yesterday! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE PET NAME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OF A WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY TO ROBERT BURNS; AN EPISTLE ON INSTINCT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |