COME, make for me a little song -- 'T was so a spirit said to me -- And make it just four verses long, And made it sweet as it can be, And make it all about the sea. Sing me about the wild waste shore, Where, long and long ago, with me You watched the silver sails that bore The great, strong ships across the sea -- The blue, the bright, the boundless sea. Sing me about the plans we planned: How one of those good ships should be My way to find some flowery land Away beyond the misty sea, Where, alway, you should live with me. Sing, lastly, how our hearts were caught Up into heaven, because that we Knew not the flowery land we sought Lay all beyond that other sea -- That soundless, sailless, solemn sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE |