The western sky is filled with soaring wings Wheeling and dipping o'er the new-ploughed plain, Far flying from their haunts beside the main Of tossing waves, whose presence to me brings A vision of high tides that, thundering, crack Along the great sea wall— Of green swells, baffled, bounding back— White crests that break and fall. Beyond the bare, brown plain the surges roll— And rainbow sprays of spume bedew the air; Desire grips me, and my eager soul Chafes at its bonds, impatient to be there. So white wings, wheeling, wake the insistent call Of high tides, thundering, by the great sea wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |