Of old it lay without a name -- unplaced -- Vast home for pelicans and gulls and loons. Down every wind went drifting wide white dunes Which every other shifting wind effaced. What ages, who shall say, its high tides laced Thin ribbons of gray spume, while afternoons Wore lazily to sunsets; and while ancient moons Arose and set above this empty space? Here marked perhaps some wanderer's camping ground; Here stood perhaps some hermit fisher's tent, I know that silence reigned world-old, profound, While Time upon long weary circuits went. Now hark! A thousand thousand cries resound To dedicate today Joy's high event. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY WRITTEN IN NORTHAMPTON COUNTY ASYLUM by JOHN CLARE THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS |