Poems about ocean
For Me
power is only pain
while oceans and the north must be
for these were only put to death
some things that fly there be
a rich man might not notice it
no message, but a sigh
and heaven not enough for me
or else forgive not me
i could suffice for him, i knew
and if indeed i fail,
had all my life but been mistake
as pride were all it could
most i love the cause that slew me,
and i, and silence, some strange race
As The Night Long,
there would be more than ocean-water broken
but more than one as yet, your parasol
all turn and look one way,
where bird and flower were one and the same,
now close the windows and hush all the fields,
and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
as the road winds would bring him to his door,
until the strength was shouted out of him,
but not long since in the lumber camps,
nor vainly listen all the night long,
they bring the telephone and telegraph,
the place it reached to blackened instantly,
and the sweet pang it cost me not to call
that now it means to stay,