If once you have slept on an island <br />You'll never be quite the same; <br />You may look as you looked the day before <br />And go by the same old name, <br />You may bustle about in street and shop <br />You may sit at home and sew, <br />But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls <br />Wherever your feet may go. <br />You may chat with the neighbors of this and that <br />And close to your fire keep, <br />But you'll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell <br />And tides beat through your sleep. <br />Oh! you won't know why and you can't say how <br />Such a change upon you came, <br />But once you have slept on an island, <br />You'll never be quite the same.<br /><br />Rachel Lyman Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-once-you-have-slept-on-an-island/
