I'd like to try the deeper waters, spread A fathom nearer liquid liberty; A drop of any sea would do, he said, Providing it is light enough to be The shroud to hold a man and lift a head Whose weariness is heavier far than he; Or let me sink from drop to drop, a thread About my throat, and hang there silently: On earth there's not a thing with hands like these, That undulate with tidal whims, yet fold Their fingers round a stone or ships or pleas A derelict cries out, and cool them cold; On land there's not a love like this, he said, And gave himself till dark pools held him dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |