People that build their houses inland, <br />People that buy a plot of ground <br />Shaped like a house, and build a house there, <br />Far from the sea-board, far from the sound <br /> <br />Of water sucking the hollow ledges, <br />Tons of water striking the shore,— <br />What do they long for, as I long for <br />One salt smell of the sea once more? <br /> <br />People the waves have not awakened, <br />Spanking the boats at the harbour's head, <br />What do they long for, as I long for,— <br />Starting up in my inland bed, <br /> <br />Beating the narrow walls, and finding <br />Neither a window nor a door, <br />Screaming to God for death by drowning,— <br />One salt taste of the sea once more?<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inland/
