The shores of the world are ours, the solitary Beaches that bear no fruit, nor any flowers, Only the harsh sea-grass that the wind harries Hours on unbroken hours. No one will envy us these empty reaches At the world's end, and none will care that we Leave our lost footprints where the sand forever Takes the unchanging passion of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON JOHANNA PEDERSEN by KAREN SWENSON |