The white foam rushes back into the night Of waters; far behind, I see the light Of ships that come from England; and the sky Blots out the world beyond. Would God that I Could so blot out the past I hurry from Into oblivion and a little foam, And make for new horizons, as our ship Sets forward, with the stars for fellowship! O woman, am I not, for this one hour Of triumphing waters, freer of your power? You, lost and left, with England, far behind The spacious freedom of the sea and wind, Is it not as a ghost you come to me Across the wind and moonlight of the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TRUIMPH OF ART by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER ON A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER |