BEHOLD the sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July: Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men; Creating a sweet climate by my breath, Washing out harms and griefs from memory, And, in my mathematic ebb and flow, Giving a hint of that which changes not. Rich are the sea-gods: -- who gives gifts but they? They grope the sea for pearls, but more than pearls: They pluck Force thence, and give it to the wise. For every wave is wealth to Daedalus, Wealth to the cunning artist who can work This matchless strength. Where shall he find, O waves! A load your Atlas shoulders cannot lift? I with my hammer pounding evermore The rocky coast, smite Andes into dust, Strewing my bed, and, in another age, Rebuild a continent of better men. Then I unbar the doors: my paths lead out The exodus of nations: I disperse Men to all shores that front the hoary main. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |