All over, over--and my eyes Afar are straying in despair. All over--but the sea-gull flies, My plaintive escort, through the air. The gull returns: far, far away I leave my fatherland behind; An outcast from my home I stray Where I my grave had hoped to find. When yesterday, in parting pain, Enraged the linden bough I shook, And heard the partridge in the grain, A fever-spell my limbs o'ertook. My ship is pitching, tossed by waves, The mates are singing while they sail. My heart is tossed, it storms and raves, And homeless, I must feel the gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |