The bell-buoy off Manana sings twenty miles to sea, And many times the twenty it croons over me: Light boats at anchor; a long blur for Maine; Old Monhegan lighthouse, and rocks where I have lain; Splinter moon to coastward; a lonely pasture-sweep; Tall pines, and Black Head crying in its sleep; Fluttering paths that knew me and lent me lyric wings; Sails that often bore me beyond the ache of things; Dream-blue that showed me drifters-out-to-Spain; Ghost-fog; mist-mood; and salt-flecked rain . . . The bell-buoy off Manana sings twenty miles to sea, And where I stay its yearning comes flooding in to me: For once I watched unearthly ships that crossed an August sky, And there between the heavenly ports the tides ran full and high; Far-caught within the lift and surge that swept the quiet hill, I glimpsed their masts rising, their opal sheets a-fill; A wind from strange, uncharted stars flung wide the eternal foam -- @3And I, on Monhegan, saw God steer home!@1 The bell-buoy off Manana sings twenty miles to sea, And many miles, inland . . . it reaches me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE IN AN ANCIENT LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LUCERNE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SACRED FRUIT by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN THE NEW AND THE OLD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |