Alone in rain I sat today On top of a gate beside the way, And a bird came near with muted bill, And a watery breeze kept blowing chill From over the hill behind me. I could not tell what in me stirred To hill and gate and rain and bird, Till lifting hair and bathing brow The watery breeze came fresher now From over the hill to remind me. The bird was the kind that follows a ship, The rain was salt upon my lip, The hill was an undergoing wave, And the gate on which I balanced brave Was a great ship's iron railing. For the breeze was a watery English breeze Always fresh from one of the seas, And the country life the English lead In beachen wood and clover mead Is never far from sailing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW |