The Poetry of Real Life | ||
A SEA VIEW.
There loomed a sail, whitening the distant blueOf ocean: like the solitary wing
Of some sea-bird, that, at his lowest swing,
Brushes the foam, with flight so swift and true;
No sooner did I see it than it drew
My heart towards it, and, at once, did bring
The ocean lone home to me, like a thing
Familiar, nay, almost human too!
Before, it stretched a mighty solitude,
A desert of the soul, that seemed to part
And sever utterly; but then my heart
Seemed the great world of waters to include
In its affections, and that work of art
Impressed the waste with Man's similitude!
The Poetry of Real Life | ||