The shores of the world are ours, the solitary Beaches that bear no fruit, nor any flowers, Only the harsh sea-grass that the wind harries Hours on unbroken hours. No one will envy us these empty reaches At the world's end, and none will care that we Leave our lost footprints where the sand forever Takes the unchanging passion of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS AN ANGLER'S WISH by HENRY VAN DYKE SATIRE: 1 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE FLAME-BRIDE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET STANZAS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |