YOUR eyes were pining southward, and you said, "The lands are yonder That can woo me with sweet fierceness o'er the interloping sea." But I answered, "Oh, I care not whether south or north we wander, For the world is lovely everywhere if roam'd through with thee." We lingered by the waters as they rose and subsided; We watched the plumy children of the foam and the spray; We saw the massing clouds that in a moody silence glided; We heard the tempest peal, amid the ruins of the day. And the Ocean to this land of ours a wild kiss was throwing, From the lips that ever babble of the Far and Unknown; And the dream-tides were lapping, and the dream-winds blowing, In the harbours that we voyage to with dream-sails alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH SONNET: 87 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK TO MY FRIENDS, WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING by MATTHEW ARNOLD |