OVER the long, the wide dark seas, Wandering, goes my dream, Borne on winnowings of the breeze High as the heavens seem. And O, dear love, where the waters foam Further than pulsing star, Wandering still my old dreams roam Far from the shore -- yea far! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE, DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON |