There looms in the sea the rock with runes-- I sit with my memory roaming. The wind and the seagulls shriek their tunes, The waves are wandering and foaming. I loved--ah, many a dearest child, And many a comrade yonder! Where are they gone? The wind is wild, The waves--they foam and wander. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN BUILDING BLOCKS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING PORTRAIT BY PICHER by FRANCES BAKER |