From an island of the sea Sounds a voice that summons me, -- 'Turn thy prow, sailor, come With the wind home!' Sweet o'er the rainbow foam, Sweet in the treetops, 'Come, Coral, cliff, and watery sand, Sea-wave to land! 'Droop not thy lids at night, Furl not thy sails from flight!. . .' Cease, cease, above the wave, Deep as the grave! O, what voice of the salt sea Calls me so insistently? Echoes, echoes, night and day, -- 'Come, come away!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER ATONEMENT by MARGARET E. BRUNER TO AN OAK AT NEWSTEAD by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE LAW OF EQUALITY by EDWARD CARPENTER |