Not by the sea, but somewhere in the hills, Not by the sea, but in the uplands surely There must be rest where a dim pool demurely Watches all night the stern slow-moving skies; Not by the sea, that never was appeased, Not by the sea, whose immemorial longing Shames the tired earth where even longing dies, Not by the sea that bore Iseult and Helen, But in a dark green hollow of the hills There must be sleep, even for sleepless eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |