THERE is a strand beloved beyond all telling By all whose steps have marked the sounding shore, Where the long cool azure of the waters, swelling And waning, ripples low for evermore. Sweeping high heaven ward the white cliffs score, Clear-cut and insolent, the silent sky, Flecked with the gleam of wings that wheel and soar, Where the waste places of the heavens lie. All we, whose hearts were sick, have lost our pain there, Finding therein no shameful paths to roam: We have renewed our jaded loves again there And watched the sunlight dancing on the foam; Cyclops and no man, naught to sting and stain there But the dark hulls of Odysseus seeking home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS |