WHERE is the sea? -- I languish here -- Where is my own blue sea? With all its barks in fleet career, And flags, and breezes free? I miss that voice of waves which first Awoke my childhood's glee; The measured chime -- the thundering burst -- Where is my own blue sea? Oh! rich your myrtle's breath may rise, Soft, soft your winds may be; Yet my sick heart within me dies -- Where is my own blue sea? I hear the shepherd's mountain flute, I hear the whispering tree; The echoes of my soul are mute, -- Where is my own blue sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN THE CARD-DEALER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |