WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep The azure sea, I love the land no more; The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep Tempt my unquiet mind. But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst, I turn from the drear aspect to the home Of earth and its deep woods, where, inter-spersed, When winds blow lound, pines make sweet melody. Whose house is some lone bark, whose toil the sea, Whose prey the wandering fish, an evil lot Has chosen. But I my languid limbs will fling Beneath the plane, where the brook's murmuring Moves the calm spirit, but disturbs it not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |