Sand, sand; hills of sand; And the wind where nothing is Green and sweet of the land; No grass, no trees, No bird, no butterfly, But hills, hills of sand, And a burning sky. Sea, sea; mounds of the sea, Hollow, and dark, and blue, Flashing incessantly The whole sea through; No flower, no jutting root, Only the floor of the sea, With foam afloat. Blow, blow, winding shells; And the watery fish, Deaf to the hidden bells, In the waters plash; No streaming gold, no eyes, Watching along the waves, But far-blown shells, faint bells, From the darkling caves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY A PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FREEDOM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 55. ALLAH-AL-MATEEN by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SONG OF WILLI by MATHILDE BLIND LORD EXMOUTH'S VICTORY AT ALGIERS, 1816 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |