One day into the sea I cast (But where I cannot now divine) As offering to oblivion, My small store of precious wine . . . What, oh rare liquor, willed your loss? Some oracle half understood? Some hidden impulse of the heart That made the poured wine seem like blood? From this infusion of smoky rose The sea regained its purity, Its usual transparency . . . Lost was the wine, and drunk the waves! I saw high in the briny air Forms unfathomed leaping there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |