HERE the waves a refuge find, Hunted rain, and sobbing wind, And darling sun. To the velvet-thatched homes Soft the sea-song silence comes When day is done. Here's the safeguard of each hill, And the telling of the rill To its dear sea. Home to rest, the south wind brings Ever drifted mutterings Of tyranny. Ships, like drunken sailors, reel, Ships, like silver shadows steal Along the sky. Rocks are green with wind-blown things, Seaweeds furl their feathered rings, And seabirds cry. Corner true! thou shyest gem, Clinging to the jealous hem Of weary earth! Heart's delight shall never fail, So thou keep thy hidden tale Of grief and mirth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |