Not by the sea, but somewhere in the hills, Not by the sea, but in the uplands surely There must be rest where a dim pool demurely Watches all night the stern slow-moving skies; Not by the sea, that never was appeased, Not by the sea, whose immemorial longing Shames the tired earth where even longing dies, Not by the sea that bore Iseult and Helen, But in a dark green hollow of the hills There must be sleep, even for sleepless eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON |