A brook from a headland was falling In drops to the terrible sea, When Ocean, the grave of the sailor, Cried: "Weeper! What woulds't thou with me? My life is all tempest and terror, No limit I own but the sky, Thou weakling! My power is stupendous, What need of thy service have I?" The Brook said: "O, turbulent Ocean! I noiselessly steal to thy brink, And bear thee, salt Sea, what thou lackest, drop of fresh water to drink." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG |