Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEA LEVEL, by EDITH T. NEWCOMB First Line: From misted mountain heights the road Last Line: To me. Subject(s): Sea; Ocean | ||||||||
From misted mountain heights the road leads down, Down from vast uplands where the soul flies free, By winding ways into a little town, Set on the border of a shining sea; An old, old town, A seaport town, Where sirens blow, Where fogs hang low, And yet the port of ports, The port of all the world of ports To me. | 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 |
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