The western sky is filled with soaring wings Wheeling and dipping o'er the new-ploughed plain, Far flying from their haunts beside the main Of tossing waves, whose presence to me brings A vision of high tides that, thundering, crack Along the great sea wall— Of green swells, baffled, bounding back— White crests that break and fall. Beyond the bare, brown plain the surges roll— And rainbow sprays of spume bedew the air; Desire grips me, and my eager soul Chafes at its bonds, impatient to be there. So white wings, wheeling, wake the insistent call Of high tides, thundering, by the great sea wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY by SIDNEY LANIER ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 2. DEATH OF ALTHEETOR by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS DARTMOOR: SUNSET AT CHAGFORD: RESPONDENT DHMIOURGOS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |