(@3To Miss Alice Warrender@1) THIS is the sea. In these uneven walls A wave lies prisoned. Far and far away, Outward to ocean as the slow tide falls, Her sisters, through the capes that hold the bay, Dancing in lovely liberty recede. Yet lovely in captivity she lies, Filled with soft colours, where the waving weed Moves gently and discloses to our eyes Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells Under the light-shot water; and here repose Small quiet fish and the dimly glowing bells Of sleeping sea-anemones that close Their tender fronds and will not now awake Till on these rocks the waves returning break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY |