The breeze is sharp, the sky is hard and blue, Blue with white tails of cloud: on such a day, Upon a neck of sand o'erblown with spray, We stood in silence the great sea to view. And mark the bathers at their shuddering play Run in and out with the succeeding wave, While from our footsteps broke the trembling turf:-- Again I hear the drenching of the wave; The rocks rise dark, with wall and weedy cave; Her voice is in mine ears, her answer yet: Again I see above the froth and fret The blue loft standing like eternity And white feet flying from the surging surf And simmering suds of the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |