TO R.I.
My heart faints in me for the distant sea.
The roar of London is the roar of ire
The lion utters in his old desire
For Libya out of dim captivity.
The long bright silver of Cheapside I see,
Her gilded weathercocks on roof and spire
Exulting eastward in the western fire;
All things recall one heart-sick memory: -
Ever the rustle of the advancing foam,
The surges' desolate thunder, and the cry
As of some lone babe in the whispering sky;
Ever I peer into the restless gloom
To where a ship clad dim and loftily
Looms steadfast in the wonder of her home.
Sea-magic
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: fire, home, london, memory, sea, sick, silver, sky, desire, long, bright, roof, captivity, thunder, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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