I QUEER are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And the seaward haze With moveless hands And face and gaze, Then turns to go ... And what does he see when he gazes so? II They say he sees as an instant thing More clear than to-day, A sweet soft scene That was once in play By that briny green; Yes, notes alway Warm, real, and keen, What his back years bring - A phantom of his own figuring. III Of this vision of his they might say more: Not only there Does he see this sight, But everywhere In his brain - day, night, As if on the air It were drawn rose-bright - Yea, far from that shore Does he carry this vision of heretofore: IV A ghost-girl-rider. And though, toil-tried, He withers daily, Time touches her not, But she still rides gaily In his rapt thought On that shagged and shaly Atlantic spot, And as when first eyed Draws rein and sings to the swing of the tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PENT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |