IT is the mountain to the sea That makes a messenger of me: And, lest I loiter on the way And lose what I am sent to say, He sets his reverie to song And bids me sing it all day long. Farewell! for here the stream is slow, And I have many a mile to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON FAUSTINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE METAMORPHOSES: 11. INVOCATION OF ISIS by LUCIUS APULEIUS THE VISION OF THE ARCHANGELS by RUPERT BROOKE THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |