The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine, The wide reach of bay and the long sky line, -- O, I am far from home! The salt, salt smell of the thick sea air, And the smooth round stones that the ebbtides wear, -- When will the good ship come? The wretched stumps all charred and burned, And the deep soft rut where the cartwheel turned, -- Why is the world so old? The lapping wave, and the broad gray sky Where the cawing crows and the slow gulls fly, -- Where are the dead untold? The thin, slant willows by the flooded bog, The huge stranded hulk and the floating log, -- Sorrow with life began! And among the dark pines, and along the flat shore, O the wind, and the wind, for evermore! What will become of man? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL OF BONAPARTE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT by JONATHAN SWIFT A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 29. AFFERTE DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |