CAST not your looks upon the wan grey sea, Waste not your voice upon the wind; Let not your footsteps sink upon the sand, Hold no sea-treasure in your hand, And let no sea-shell in your ear Nor any sea-thought in your mind Murmur a mystery. Turn your soft eyes upon mine eyes that long; Let your sweet lips on mine be sealed; Fold soft sweet hands between your sweet soft breasts, And, as a weary sea-mew rests Upon the sea Utterly—utterly yield Your being up to me, And all around, grey seascape and the sound Of droned sea song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 20. AL-'ALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 34. AL-'AZIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) NORTH WIND, SOUTH WIND by MARY BISHOP BULLARD |