SEA-BLOWN
by: Joaquin Miller (1841-1913)
- H! there
be souls none understand;
- Like clouds, they cannot touch the land.
- Unanchored ships, they blow and blow,
- Sail to and fro, and then go down
- In unknown seas that none shall know,
- Without one ripple of renown.
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- Call these not fools, the test of worth
- Is not the hold you have of earth.
- Ay, there be gentlest souls sea-blown
- That know not any harbor known.
- Now it may be the reason is,
- They touch on fairer shores than this.
"Sea-Blown" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915. |
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