On The Sea

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody---
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!

by John Keats

Comments (6)

Ah dreams.. so real, so thrilling at the time.. .. the actual world struggles to compete too much of the time.. though it supplies the materials.. strange affair is it not... You capture it all here Scarlett... xxx
Ahhh, I love it, I could read your poems all day long.'Beautiful'--Melvina
So a dream can have dreams? Interesting... -chuck
I think this is near your best yet, Scarlett... The line 'our legs and our dreams were intertwined' is special. The poem is warm with emotion. I love it. XOX Esther
SCARLETT...A TRUE PASSION PLAY WELL PENNED, SWEET SCARLETT ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
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