Dizzy with hurrying to and fro, Weary with pushing still on and on, Fearful of changes that swift or slow Leave those who loiter behind, and go Steadily, stealthily on, From the land where tomorrow holds tyrant sway, I went to the kingdom of yesterday. Over the sand still the sea-gull flew, White on the headland still broke the foam Still on the reef clinging sea-weed grew; Winds with the tang that Magellan knew Carried the glistening foam; And the sea-song of Homer was sounding yet Where the time-scarred earth and the young sea met. Gone was the weight of my hurried years, Gone with my footprints that marked the sand; Strong as the sea-bird that boldly steers Into the rollers, and silent hears The song of the sea and the sand, I sprang to the breakers that beckoned me, And the youth of my heart was the youth of the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 23 by JAMES JOYCE A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |