YOUR eyes were pining southward, and you said, "The lands are yonder That can woo me with sweet fierceness o'er the interloping sea." But I answered, "Oh, I care not whether south or north we wander, For the world is lovely everywhere if roam'd through with thee." We lingered by the waters as they rose and subsided; We watched the plumy children of the foam and the spray; We saw the massing clouds that in a moody silence glided; We heard the tempest peal, amid the ruins of the day. And the Ocean to this land of ours a wild kiss was throwing, From the lips that ever babble of the Far and Unknown; And the dream-tides were lapping, and the dream-winds blowing, In the harbours that we voyage to with dream-sails alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL |