WHERE is the sea? -- I languish here -- Where is my own blue sea? With all its barks in fleet career, And flags, and breezes free? I miss that voice of waves which first Awoke my childhood's glee; The measured chime -- the thundering burst -- Where is my own blue sea? Oh! rich your myrtle's breath may rise, Soft, soft your winds may be; Yet my sick heart within me dies -- Where is my own blue sea? I hear the shepherd's mountain flute, I hear the whispering tree; The echoes of my soul are mute, -- Where is my own blue sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER POPULARITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT |