A spell is woven Over the land Where ocean breezes Sing through pines, And rollers pound the sand. An incantation Wild and clear, By master mesmerist Pronounced, Constraining all who hear. A charm that lasts, Ceaseless, sublime, Until this world, A speck in space, Is blotted out by time. But what the winds say When they blow, Only the rugged pine trees know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG ON GROWING OLD by JOHN MASEFIELD TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY WHITE GRASS by ADA BAZZACCHINI |