WELL I remember how you smiled To see me write your name upon The soft sea-sand--'O! what a child! You think you're writing upon stone!' I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find Ianthe's name again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 52 by PHILIP SIDNEY SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE DIVINITY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE PIKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WARTONS AND OTHER EARLY ROMANTIC LANDSCAPE-POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |