Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WIND FROM THE SEA, by JOSE-MARIA DE HEREDIA (1842-1905)



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First Line: Garden and wold by winter's hand are gript
Last Line: The bud that in america was blown.
Subject(s): Atlantic Ocean; Sea; Wind; Ocean


GARDEN and wold by Winter's hand are gript.
All things lie dead. Over the rock's dull gray
The Atlantic rollers break in endless spray.
The withered petals from the stem are stript.
Yet do I feel an odour honey-dipt
Blown from the sea about my nostril play
Kindling my heart-ache for the far away;
From what strange land has this sweet perfume slipt?

Nay, but I know. Three thousand leagues it flew
Out from the West, where the Antilles blue
Swoon in the ardour of the tropic zone;
And I upon this surf-beat Breton strand
Have breathed the truant breezes that once fanned
The bud that in America was blown.





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