I am a pool in a peaceful place, <br />I greet the great sky face to face, <br />I know the stars and the stately moon <br />And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-- <br />But why does it always bring to me <br />The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea? <br /> <br />The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, <br />But the wind comes whispering in between, <br />In the dead of night when the sky is deep <br />The wind comes waking me out of sleep-- <br />Why does it always bring to me <br />The far-off, terrible call of the sea?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-wind/
