The jealous Sea moaned in the April night: "Lo! there are comrades hidden in my heart, Unfortunates who sought me, sick of life. But I am hungry for brave souls; I crave Their warmth and passion through my chilling tides; Their heads upon my bosom, and their hands, Like children's hands, about me in the dark. I need their blood in my cold lonliness. A Titan sailed her weary leagues of foam, Unknowing her strange wish, her mad desire. But there was menace in the starlit night, And sudden doom upon deceiving paths, And a wild horror on the mighty deep. The grey Sea laughed—and drew those brave men down, And braver women who but mocked at Death, Seeing that Love went with them. These the souls The awful Sea desired! These the hearts She waited for in that stupendous hour! They were enough to warm the Artic wastes, To fill with furnace heat the frozen zones, And fire the very Sea that was their grave. But dream not, mighty Ocean, they are yours! We have them still, those high and valiant men Who died that others might reach ports of peace. Not in your jealous depths their spirits roam, But through the world to-day, and up to heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FLOWER AND THORN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |