Full Online Books
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
Full Online Book HomePoemsThe Inlander
Famous Authors (View All Authors)
The Inlander Post by :boloreid Category :Poems Author :Theodosia Garrison Date :November 2011 Read :1462

Click below to download : The Inlander (Format : PDF)

The Inlander

I never climb a high hill
Or gaze across the lea,
But, Oh, beyond the two of them,
Beyond the height and blue of them,
I'm looking for the sea.

A blue sea--a crooning sea--
A grey sea lashed with foam--
But, Oh, to take the drift of it,
To know the surge and lift of it,
And 'tis I am longing for it as the homeless long for home.

I never dream at night-time
Or close my eyes by day,
But there I have the might of it,
The wind-whipped, sun-drenched sight of it,
That calls my soul away.

Oh, deep dreams and happy dreams,
Its dreaming still I'd be,
For still the land I'm waking in,
'Tis that my heart is breaking in,
And 'tis far where I'd be sleeping with the blue waves over me.

(The end)
Theodosia Garrison's poem: Inlander

If you like this book please share to your friends :

Ad Finem Ad Finem

Ad Finem
I like to think this friendship that we hold As youth's high gift in our two hands to-day Still shall we find as bright, untarnished gold What time the fleeting years have left us grey. I like to think we two shall watch the May Dance down her happy hills and Autumn fold The world in flame and beauty, we grown old Staunch comrades on an undivided way. I

The Returning The Returning

The Returning
I said I will go back again where we Were glad together. But my dear, my dear, Where are the roses we were wont to see The songs we used to hear? I said the hearth-flame that once burned for us I will renew with all the cheer of old, Yet here within the circle luminous Our very hearts are cold. That was a barren garden that we found,