From an island of the sea Sounds a voice that summons me, -- 'Turn thy prow, sailor, come With the wind home!' Sweet o'er the rainbow foam, Sweet in the treetops, 'Come, Coral, cliff, and watery sand, Sea-wave to land! 'Droop not thy lids at night, Furl not thy sails from flight!. . .' Cease, cease, above the wave, Deep as the grave! O, what voice of the salt sea Calls me so insistently? Echoes, echoes, night and day, -- 'Come, come away!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SORROW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SURVIVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |