Having lived here so long, she, Being what she was, the daughter Of a man who drowned at sea, Talked like water. To her speech water gave Something that was not in words: As you hear the lonely wave In sea-birds. She, whom none could quite possess, Washed cool with salt and sun, Took the sea like a caress When she was done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |