THE CHILD "Now, Ocean dear, all yesterday I could not come with you to play; For wind and wave, like angry boys, Were making such tremendous noise That I was quite ashamed to see How rough and ugly you could be. Come now! But keep your temper, pray, Or I shall have to go away." THE OCEAN "Yes, little playmate, I was bad; And while it was a fault, A very good excuse I had, For just a little salt Got in a Breeze's eye, and he And all the Winds were fighting me. But, if you near me here remain, I'll never frighten you again." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW TO THE SHAH (1) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER |