I'd like to try the deeper waters, spread A fathom nearer liquid liberty; A drop of any sea would do, he said, Providing it is light enough to be The shroud to hold a man and lift a head Whose weariness is heavier far than he; Or let me sink from drop to drop, a thread About my throat, and hang there silently: On earth there's not a thing with hands like these, That undulate with tidal whims, yet fold Their fingers round a stone or ships or pleas A derelict cries out, and cool them cold; On land there's not a love like this, he said, And gave himself till dark pools held him dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE IN AND OUT OF CHURCH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |