"Oh, where is the sea?" the fishes cried, As they swam the crystal clearness through; "We've heard from of old of the ocean's tide, And we long to look on the water's blue. The wise ones speak of the infinite sea. Oh, who can tell us if such there be?" The lark flew up in the morning bright, And sang and balanced on sunny wings; And this was its song: "I see the light, I look o'er a world of beautiful things; But, flying and singing everywhere, In vain I have searched to find the air." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |