After all There are moments, Even for the most unhappy, When, out of some tiny crevice, Some small overlooked chink in the great Wine-Vat, The good liquor spurts forth Into our mouth. And we remember How long ago the rain-wet celandines Pierced us with memories, With memories of things deeper than sleep or death And older than all the orbits of the planets. Over the tossing poplars, Over the misty plough-lands, Over the dreamy meadows, Those memories came; Nor did they melt to nothing Even when, from the witch-girl's window, The lamp-light streamed across the night. And we remember How from a long straight road -- Somewhere -- no matter where -- While at our feet silver-weed and dandelion Laughed out of the hot dust, Somewhere -- no matter where -- We heard it; we knew it; The Sea! The Sea! The Sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |