Poems are waters that have lain Beneath the wind, beneath the rain. They rise from pools where darkness lies, They are the tides of cloudless skies. To bear on crests of ecstacy, Light of the sun, sounds of the sea. They are the swift currents earth has known, When from far shores strange winds have blown. Poems are waves of foam that press On silent coasts of loneliness, Faith, passion, pity, love and grief That pour on Time, as on a reef. From surging fathoms that must be Lifted on high eternally, Till beauty flows across a beach, Where waters of the spirit reach. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 156 by PETRARCH CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |