The bell-buoy off Manana sings twenty miles to sea, And many times the twenty it croons over me: Light boats at anchor; a long blur for Maine; Old Monhegan lighthouse, and rocks where I have lain; Splinter moon to coastward; a lonely pasture-sweep; Tall pines, and Black Head crying in its sleep; Fluttering paths that knew me and lent me lyric wings; Sails that often bore me beyond the ache of things; Dream-blue that showed me drifters-out-to-Spain; Ghost-fog; mist-mood; and salt-flecked rain . . . The bell-buoy off Manana sings twenty miles to sea, And where I stay its yearning comes flooding in to me: For once I watched unearthly ships that crossed an August sky, And there between the heavenly ports the tides ran full and high; Far-caught within the lift and surge that swept the quiet hill, I glimpsed their masts rising, their opal sheets a-fill; A wind from strange, uncharted stars flung wide the eternal foam -- @3And I, on Monhegan, saw God steer home!@1 The bell-buoy off Manana sings twenty miles to sea, And many miles, inland . . . it reaches me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9. VISION OF THE WORLD by T. BAKER JOB 14. JOB'S ENTREATY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON PASTORAL POETRY by ROBERT BURNS |