I STRETCHING eyes west Over the sea, Wind foul or fair, Always stood she Prospect-impressed; Solely out there Did her gaze rest, Never elsewhere Seemed charm to be. II Always eyes east Ponders she now - As in devotion - Hills of blank brow Where no waves plough. Never the least Room for emotion Drawn from the ocean Does she allow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |