When the south-wind comes a-bringing Springtime birds so sweetly singing All the while, Then there comes upon me stealing Quite a restless, anxious feeling, And my memory's revealing Sandy Isle. I can see the tall pines standing Like a guard as if commanding Rock and pile, And I hear the constant flapping Of the water gently lapping Golden sands which are enwrapping Sandy Isle. I can see the mountains ranging, Grand, majestic and unchanging Mile on mile, How I often used to wonder If Dame Nature made a blunder When she cut from them asunder Sandy Isle. I have plucked the sweet mayflower In each leafy, hidden bower And defile, I have heard the bees intoning, And I've listened to the moaning Of the trees which are enthroning Sandy Isle. I have seen the moon bestrewing Its fair beams the lake a-wooing With a smile, From your shores I've seen the gleaming Sunset's brilliant colors streaming On the waters that lie dreaming, Sandy Isle. I have heard the Storm God raging As if he were then presaging Your exile, I have watched the lightning flashing, And I've heard the thunders crashing, I have seen the waters lashing. Sandy Isle. Now the south-wind seems to taunt me, And these recollections haunt me And beguile, Urban joys on me are palling, There is little left enthralling, For I hear your voice a-calling Sandy Isle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |