An episode: yet with a relish rank Of wild sea places--or of life indeed-- Where yet we find unstirred the secret seed Of song or story marvellous, and thank The sailor for his jest and manners rude. More welcome, too, the old-fashioned fireside, The beach of devils' aprons at low tide, Than scandal bleeding-new, or journal dank. Here did my dreaming childhood, listening, brood On tales of wind and shipwreck; journeyings made Island or inland; peaks at sea descried Shaped like a wave, a table, or a tooth: Old Peter Batte, that should be Pitherbooth, Gibraltar's, or the grim Rock of Visgrade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST ONCE IN A WAY by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY |