I AM a pool in a peaceful place, I greet the great sky face to face, I know the stars and the stately moon And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-- But why does it always bring to me The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea? The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, But the wind comes whispering in between, In the dead of night when the sky is deep The wind comes waking me out of sleep-- Why does it always bring to me The far-off, terrible call of the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS INSTEAD OF TEARS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE WASHER WOMAN'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE JOURNEY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |