HERE the waves a refuge find, Hunted rain, and sobbing wind, And darling sun. To the velvet-thatched homes Soft the sea-song silence comes When day is done. Here's the safeguard of each hill, And the telling of the rill To its dear sea. Home to rest, the south wind brings Ever drifted mutterings Of tyranny. Ships, like drunken sailors, reel, Ships, like silver shadows steal Along the sky. Rocks are green with wind-blown things, Seaweeds furl their feathered rings, And seabirds cry. Corner true! thou shyest gem, Clinging to the jealous hem Of weary earth! Heart's delight shall never fail, So thou keep thy hidden tale Of grief and mirth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE NEARER by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL THE BLUET by W. I. LINCOLN ADAMS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |