Of old it lay without a name -- unplaced -- Vast home for pelicans and gulls and loons. Down every wind went drifting wide white dunes Which every other shifting wind effaced. What ages, who shall say, its high tides laced Thin ribbons of gray spume, while afternoons Wore lazily to sunsets; and while ancient moons Arose and set above this empty space? Here marked perhaps some wanderer's camping ground; Here stood perhaps some hermit fisher's tent, I know that silence reigned world-old, profound, While Time upon long weary circuits went. Now hark! A thousand thousand cries resound To dedicate today Joy's high event. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE |