EIGHT fathoms from me stay, unquiet seas, And boil and bluster noisy as you please. Rend not my tomb; there lies beneath these stones No treasure -- just a heap of dust and bones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND |