I stood on the shore of the world, As one might stand by the sea, And love, like a splendid wave Surged up the sand to me, Terrible, full of song, Bearing its crown with pride, But I feared the onward surge, Like a coward I turned aside. Love, like a broken wave, Ebbed and the sand was bare, Save where the flecks of foam Vanished into the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |