SISTER of Earth, her sister eldest-born, Huge world of waters, how unlike are ye! Thy thoughts are not as her thoughts: unto thee Her pastoral fancies are as things to scorn: Thy heart is still with that old hoary morn When on the formless deep, the procreant sea, God moved alone: of that Infinity, Thy portion then, thou art not wholly shorn. Scant love hast thou for dells where every leaf Boasts its own life, and every brook its song; Thy massive floods down stream from reef to reef With one wide pressure; thy worn cliffs along The one insatiate Hunger moans and raves, Hollowing its sunless crypts and sanguine caves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK |