How near I walked to Love, How long, I cannot tell. I was like the Alde that flows Quietly through green level lands, So quietly, it knows Their shape, their greenness and their shadows well; And then undreamingly for miles it goes, And silently, beside the sea. Seamews circle over, The winter wildfowl wings, Long and green the grasses wave Between the river and the sea. The sea's cry, wild or grave, From bank to low bank of the river rings; But the uncertain river though it crave The sea, knows not the sea. Was that indeed salt wind? Came that noise from falling Wild waters on a stony shore? Oh, what is this new troubling tide Of eager waves that pour Around and over, leaping, parting, recalling? ... How near I moved (as day to same day wore) And silently, beside the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE DEATH OF AUTUMN by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS GREAT BRITTAINES SUNNES-SET by WILLIAM BASSE THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |