Sand, sand; hills of sand; And the wind where nothing is Green and sweet of the land; No grass, no trees, No bird, no butterfly, But hills, hills of sand, And a burning sky. Sea, sea; mounds of the sea, Hollow, and dark, and blue, Flashing incessantly The whole sea through; No flower, no jutting root, Only the floor of the sea, With foam afloat. Blow, blow, winding shells; And the watery fish, Deaf to the hidden bells, In the waters plash; No streaming gold, no eyes, Watching along the waves, But far-blown shells, faint bells, From the darkling caves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON TOMMY [ATKINS] by RUDYARD KIPLING LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT THE DEAD LARK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE |