Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WINTER SEA, by GRACE R. LLOYD First Line: I love the sea, its mystery Last Line: On my snow-blocked new england farm. Subject(s): Sea; Winter; Ocean | ||||||||
I love the sea, its mystery, And surging tides have talked to me. The rush and roar of surf tossed high Till blue of water meets blue of sky, But I cannot leave my inland dwelling To watch the tides receding, swelling; So old King Winter brings to me His imitation of the sea. By my north door he likes to blow A miniature wave of purest snow; A downy crest of no mean height He whirls on the South for my delight. The meadow broad where we cut sweet hay Is now a still, white, frozen bay. Wind roars like surf on my icy strand, Sleet strikes the panes and sounds like sand. And winter holds for me a charm On my snow-blocked New England farm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY |
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