I went down to the beach to play And saw where sea-weed, anchored, lay; Where waves had left the shore as though They wished to ever seaward go; I ran where periwinkles stray When wind is blowing spume and spray; Sea-minnows wiggled, grey and green, In little pools the rocks between; I saw where abalones crawl When waters are above them all. While glad and happily I danced, Where waves few hours ago had pranced. I slipped on sea-weed green as grass And broke a salty looking glass. I danced no more that wondrous day But left where tideland boulders lay; With fragments of a salty glass, Through which I plunged from tideland grass, Bewildering my hair and eyes, And dripping from my clothes likewise, I stumbled shuddering back home From where the tideland horses roam. And now and then I oft recall How I on sea-weed chanced to fall, How I saw joy so quickly pass To woe within a looking glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE VANISHED MOUNTAINS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |