What is the song the sea-wind sings -- The old, old song it singeth for aye? When abroad it stretches its mighty wings And driveth the white clouds far away, -- What is the song it sings to-day? @3From fire and tumult the white world came, When all was a mist of driven spray And the whirling fragments of a frame!@1 What is the song the sea-wind sings -- The old, old song it singeth for aye? It seems to breathe a thousand things Ere the world grew sad and old and grey -- Of the dear gods banished far astray -- Of strange wild rumours of joy and shame! @3The Earth is old, so old, To-day -- Blind and halt and weary and lame.@1 What is the song the sea-wind sings -- The old, old song it singeth for aye? Like a trumpet blast its voice out-rings, @3The world spins down the darksome way!@1 It crieth aloud in wild dismay, @3The Earth that from fire and tumult came Draws swift to her weary end To-day, Her fires are fusing for that last Flame!@1 ENVOY What singeth the sea-wind thus for aye, @3From fire and tumult the white world came!@1 What is the sea-wind's cry To-day -- @3Her central fires make one vast flame!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY THE VOICE OF SPRING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON |