THE CHILD "Now, Ocean dear, all yesterday I could not come with you to play; For wind and wave, like angry boys, Were making such tremendous noise That I was quite ashamed to see How rough and ugly you could be. Come now! But keep your temper, pray, Or I shall have to go away." THE OCEAN "Yes, little playmate, I was bad; And while it was a fault, A very good excuse I had, For just a little salt Got in a Breeze's eye, and he And all the Winds were fighting me. But, if you near me here remain, I'll never frighten you again." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE SECOND FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MAIN DRAG by BERTON BRALEY SUPPLICATION by MARGARET H. BRANDON |