SAYS the Land, "O sister Sea, Had'st thou not borne the voyagers to me, Vain were their visions grand, And I, e'en now, perchance, a stranger-land: So, thine the glory be!" Says the Sea, "Nay, brother Land; Had'st thou not outward stretched the saving hand, My bosom now had kept The secret where the souls heroic slept; 'Tis in thy strength they stand!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |