Look! look! the waves! I cried. Old Father Sea is angry for his whiskers are Entangled with the ships of men! Away, you said, the water's rough and dirty and you'll spoil your shoes. But see! I cried, The sea has donned its mourning coat! It's weeping tears of anguish, see it grind its teeth in pain! It's black and ugly, come away, you said, It splashes on your dress and ruins my trousers, come away. But wait! He has his helmet on. The sun glints on it like a searing flame! I'll go alone! you shrieked. It's sweeping all before! I saw you fleeing from the sea and suddenly the sun was gone ... I felt the piercing hunger of the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |