Again I say it! Do we need the air, The wind, the stars, the many-voicèd sea, And may I not avow my need of thee Who art to me the chiefest of things fair?— If some sad brooch is robbed of jewel rare That shone i' the centre, must it not complain? Not strive its gleaming emerald to regain?— When I am robbed, must I that robbery bear?— O diamond, emerald, star, sea, blossom, sun, Things sweet and things familiar all in one, I need thee,—and I choose to say my need, As to the sea might speak some floating weed: Or as a wanderer might desire a star, And sink,—if clouds the vision sweet should mar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE |