If once you have slept on an island
You'll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name,
You may bustle about in street and shop
You may sit at home and sew,
But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go.
You may chat with the neighbors of this and that
And close to your fire keep,
But you'll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep.
Oh! you won't know why and you can't say how
Such a change upon you came,
But once you have slept on an island,
You'll never be quite the same.
You may bustle about in street and shop You may sit at home and sew, But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls Wherever your feet may go... dreams of an island life beautiful. tony
Yes, there is a magic when detached from the mainland. Nautical images haunt you, as Rachel skilfully puts it. A pleasant and meaningful poem. RJF
so if you have slept by the pure heart on island of the love you can discover the true nature of all......./// impressive poem
Tidy, well-reasoned poem with lots of atmosphere. Good contrast between 'then' and 'now.' I remember it from HS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely and delightful poem, I enjoyed reading it very much!