The Sea called--I lay on the rocks and said: <br />"I am come." <br />She mocked and showed her teeth, <br />Stretching out her long green arms. <br />"Go away!" she thundered. <br />"Then tell me what I am to do," I begged. <br />"If I leave you, you will not be silent, <br />But cry my name in the cities <br />And wistfully entreat me in the plains and forests; <br />All else I forsake to come to you--what must I do?" <br />"Never have I uttered your name," snarled the Sea. <br />"There is no more of me in your body <br />Than the little salt tears you are frightened of shedding. <br />What can you know of my love on your brown rock <br /> pillow.... <br />Come closer."<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea/
