I have not known this thing you call the sea, Though I have dreamed of a high rock at night Touched by a green wave and a watery light, And I have wondered how a storm might be That reaches down black fingers to set free Old pirates' ghosts, long buried out of sight, Or if the mystical, imagined flight Of ocean gulls could bear reality. There have been many glories I have known That took my breath at first, and then have grown Commonplace, classified for loss and gain. I think I must not travel from the plain Lest once again, in looking out to sea, I should feel Wonder ebb away from me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE: THE MEDITERRANEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA SPAIN IN AMERICA by GEORGE SANTAYANA THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL |