COME, make for me a little song -- 'T was so a spirit said to me -- And make it just four verses long, And made it sweet as it can be, And make it all about the sea. Sing me about the wild waste shore, Where, long and long ago, with me You watched the silver sails that bore The great, strong ships across the sea -- The blue, the bright, the boundless sea. Sing me about the plans we planned: How one of those good ships should be My way to find some flowery land Away beyond the misty sea, Where, alway, you should live with me. Sing, lastly, how our hearts were caught Up into heaven, because that we Knew not the flowery land we sought Lay all beyond that other sea -- That soundless, sailless, solemn sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 32 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT LILIES: 4. BLOSSOMS ABOVE A TOMB by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TWELVE SONNETS: 12. AFTER BATTLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE |