WHEN others voice their passion for the sea In stirring words, or write it movingly, I hear ... I read ... I burn with jealousy, But I am dumb! My forbears were no captains of the sea— The hills, the high green hills, encircled me, But I, I always knew how it would be When I should come. I never saw the sea until I grew To womanhood ... but when I saw its blue There was no strangeness—@3deep within, I knew@1 I was at home! Others can tell how well they love the sea— The words, the words, they crowd, they burn in me, And I know sudden, strange, mad jealousy ... For I am dumb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN THE FAIR THIEF by CHARLES WYNDHAM INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE POET'S TEAR by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 15 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |