A Poet's Wife

I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land
Within a field's embrace--
The very sea! Afar it fled the strand
And gave the seasons chase,
And met the night alone, the tempest spanned,
Saw sunrise face to face.

O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier!
In inaccessible rest
And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir,
Scattered through east to west,--
Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her
Who locks thee to her breast.