THE old ships come And the old ships go; And the sluicing waves Surge to and fro. The old ships go out Over the sea, And the green waves lift Incessantly. Grey seagulls cruise High in the sky, Echoing the wave-wash In their shrill cry. And the seagulls swerve Along the sea, And there's loneliness In the heart of me! — A loneliness And a deep desire To rove out across The sunset's fire. To follow old ships Along the seas To the farthest beaches Of the Celebes ... Did Keats or Shelley Ever tramp a beach And greet old ships With similar speech? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH A RONDEL OF LUVE [LOVE] by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) CHOPIN'S NOCTURNE IN G MINOR by ARLO BATES FIRST NIGHT-FLIGHT by MARGARET BODEN AN HYMENAL SONG, ON THE NUPTIALS OF ANNE WENTWORTH AND LORD LOVELACE by THOMAS CAREW |