The wet sands were grey-blue that afternoon We stood on the wide dune, And watched the joyous waves come racing far And farther up the bar Until, to each new vantage of the race, We must give place. The gulls, a multitude upon the sand, Seeking the friendly succor of the land, Retreated at each onset of the wave, Then moved back, imperturbable and grave, Till, in a swift accord, they took the sky With strident cry. We, on that void immensity of beach, Turned with our human longing each to each, Knowing how brief the years that one may cheat The mounting wave of time that seeks his feet; Yet, like the sea-bird winging tempests high, Love can defy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL |