The sea that I watch from my window Is gray and white; I see it toss in the darkness All the night. My soul swoops down to sorrow As the sea-gulls dip, And all my love flies after Your lonely ship. Yet I am not despairing; Though we must part, Nothing can be too bitter For my high heart; All in the dreary midnight, Watching the flying foam, I wait for a golden morning When you come home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |