He saw but would avoid me! Eucritos, hoy, Is the whole sea so kind, so blue, so bright? And what are you so sorrowful of to-night, That you avoid me, and a friend destroy? Ah, Tityrus was lucky, you'll agree, And Corydon was happy in his way. But we can sit by the sea every day And nothing there of nature's grace can see. The sea is kind. Let him that doubts it come And be convinced. The sea is kind to me. And I am not ungrateful. I can see The beauty that is here, hear the bees hum About the flower, the goat-bells in the grove, The water lapping by the shelving shore, The burnt out sense revive, the dead restore. But I would give you something else than love, Something that once I had, that now is gone, That I remember sometimes when I pray. I cannot give it. Do not ask me. Nay, I would not have you ask me for it. Don. The sea is kind, the shepherd said, And snatched a grass-tuft from his bed, And held it to the goatherd's eyes. The flower, the flower, was his surprise, And now the grass, the grass, he said, His eyes with happy tears were wet. The sea is kind, the shepherd said, And in his arms the goatherd led. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE SOULS by WILLIAM NORMAN EWER DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |