Orrick Johns

(1887-1946 / United States)

The Sea-Lands - Poem by Orrick Johns

Would I were on the sea-lands,
   Where winds know how to sting;
And in the rocks at midnight
   The lost long murmurs sing.

Would I were with my first love
   To hear the rush and roar
Of spume below the doorstep
   And winds upon the door.

My first love was a fair girl
   With ways forever new;
And hair a sunlight yellow,
   And eyes a morning blue.

The roses, have they tarried
   Or are they dun and frayed?
If we had stayed together,
   Would love, indeed, have stayed?

Ah, years are filled with learning,
   And days are leaves of change!
And I have met so many
   I knew . . . and found them strange.

But on the sea-lands tumbled
   By winds that sting and blind,
The nights we watched, so silent,
   Come back, come back to mind.

I mind about my first love,
   And hear the rush and roar
Of spume below the doorstep
   And winds upon the door.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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