Who looks too long from his window At the grey, wide, cold sea, Where breakers scour the beaches With fingers of sharp foam; Who looks too long through the grey pane At the mad, wild, bold sea, Shall sell his hearth to a stranger And turn his back on home. Who looks too long from his window -- Though his wife waits by the fireside -- At a ship's wings in the offing, At a gull's wings on air, Shall latch his gate behind him, Though his cattle call from the byre-side, And kiss his wife -- and leave her -- And wander everywhere. Who looks too long in the twilight, Or the dawn-light, or the noon-light, Who sees an anchor lifted And hunger past content, Shall pack his chest for the world's end, For alien sun -- or moonlight, And follow the wind, sateless, To Disillusionment! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |