How near I walked to Love, How long, I cannot tell. I was like the Alde that flows Quietly through green level lands, So quietly, it knows Their shape, their greenness and their shadows well; And then undreamingly for miles it goes, And silently, beside the sea. Seamews circle over, The winter wildfowl wings, Long and green the grasses wave Between the river and the sea. The sea's cry, wild or grave, From bank to low bank of the river rings; But the uncertain river though it crave The sea, knows not the sea. Was that indeed salt wind? Came that noise from falling Wild waters on a stony shore? Oh, what is this new troubling tide Of eager waves that pour Around and over, leaping, parting, recalling? ... How near I moved (as day to same day wore) And silently, beside the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 15. TO THE EVENING STAR by MARK AKENSIDE THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 12 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |