I hear you wash and pound the lonely shore, I hear you hiss and foam and sing, O Sea; Your song, I wish, were in the heart of me, And mine the haunting peace from rhythmic roar. I love the sounds of swash and swoop and swore, The roll and swell and swirl so wild and free, The waves that lift and leap in whitish glee, The swinging sail, the gull's smooth, gliding soar -- All seem a harmony with singing breeze. O white and driving clouds across the sky! O clouds that call and lift my spirit high! O sights and swirring songs of wind -- stressed trees! O spume, and spray, and hiss, and wind's weird sigh! Move me to feel the chords that are the sea's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE WEDDING FEAST: 1 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ON THE DISINTERESTED LOVE OF GOD (2) by JOHN BYROM ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 1 by THOMAS CAMPION |