ALL day long in fog and wind, The waves have flung their beating crests Against the palisades of adamant. My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago, Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap, He looked at me from blue and steely eyes; Natty, straight and true, he stepped away, My boy, he went to sea. All day long in fog and wind, The waves have flung their beating crests Against the palisades of adamant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARACTERS: MARY HOLLAND ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SANTA BARBARA by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE THE TOOTH by REBEKAH CARMICHAEL THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE PARSON'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SONNETS OF LAURA: 2. THE VEIL by ELIZABETH COBBOLD |