O Titan daughter crouching by the sea, Playing with ships and channelling the sands And gathering evermore in eager hands Poor shells and pebbles for thy jewelry, Unheedful how the nations swarm to thee From all the shallows of distressful lands,— More busy braiding weeds in idle bands Than mothering the millions at thy knee,— Oh, when thy destiny shall bid thee rise, And thy god-heart with love of man shall burn, How towards thy feet the human tides will yearn, While all the muses waken in thine eyes, And floods of blessing leave thy lifted urn As April mornings overflow the skies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |