I was so lonely on the dunes to-day; The shadow of a bird passed o'er the sand, And I, a driftwood relic in my hand . . . Sea winds are not more lonely when they stray A little fitful and bewildered way In this wan acre, whose dry billows stand So pitilessly still of curve, so bland, And wide, and waiting, infinitely grey. In hollows I could almost hear them say, The misty breezes -- Run, we will not stay In this unreal and spiritual land! Our soul of life is calling from the strand, Whose blue and breathing bosom leapt, or lay, Or laughed to us in shots of silver spray! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE |