Friday, January 13, 2012

Something I Stumbled Upon

Sea Longing
A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,-
Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,-
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.

~Sara Teasdale


  1. Excellent .. I can smell the salt air

  2. Love it.

    Today it turned bitterly cold here. Ann Marie said it best on Facebook - we awoke to a baby hurricane. Wind gusts were crazy starting at 4:30 a.m..

    It's calmed down now though. Still cold, but it's all good. You need to quench your soul soon.

  3. p.s. Ann Marie isn't in Mathews anymore as you know, but she's due south and we had the same baby hurricane here, minus the rain.