I NEVER have had a look at the sea, I who would love it so. I never have watched from the surf-drenched shore The brave ships come and go. I do not know how the silent tides Unfailingly ebb and flow. But God, who is wise to His children's need, Gives me the wide, low plain. He gives me the wondrous, whispering grass, The kildee's sweet refrain, And my reed-fringed pools are myriad seas, After the last long rain. I never have been where the mountains stand, Majestic, aloof, apart, — But nightly, the infinite, star-crowned heights Speak to my waiting heart, And mine are the winds that are mountain-born, And of seas, they are a part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE DRIVE by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. HEADACHE by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON PAST AND PRESENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |