Norah M. Holland

(1876-1925 / Ontario)

Sea Song - Poem by Norah M. Holland

I will go down to the sea again, to the waste of waters, wild and wide;
I am tired–so tired–of hill and plain and the dull tame face of the country-side.

I will go out across the bar, with a swoop like the flight of a sea-bird's wings,
To where the winds and the waters are, with their multitudinous thunderings.

My prow shall furrow the whitening sea, out into the teeth of the lashing wind,
Where a thousand billows snarl and flee and break in a smother of foam behind.

O strong and terrible Mother Sea, let me lie once more on your cool white breast,
Your winds have blown through the heart of me and called me back from the land's dull rest.

For night by night they blow through my sleep, the voice of waves through my slumber rings,
I feel the spell of the steadfast deep; I hear its tramplings and triumphings.

And at last when my hours of life are sped let them make me no grave by hill or plain,
Thy waves, O Mother, shall guard my head; I will go down to my sea again.

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  • Silver Star - 3,203 Points Walterrean Salley (9/19/2014 8:19:00 PM)

    I think the sea is mysterious, adventurous and a beautiful sight. It is a sheer delight among God's bounteous creation. With your abundant images, you've painted a vivid picture of your love for the sea. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012


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