There looms in the sea the rock with runes-- I sit with my memory roaming. The wind and the seagulls shriek their tunes, The waves are wandering and foaming. I loved--ah, many a dearest child, And many a comrade yonder! Where are they gone? The wind is wild, The waves--they foam and wander. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OURS THE VOWS by BERNARD BARTON PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE MIDWINTER BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |