I know a place where my heart and soul are one Water roars into the cistern. That very instant passed. Hoping against hope that they soon reach land. Relentlessly calling to stoke curiosity's fire, that the Captain perished drunken with the wenches: Aye, lad, and I have seen those factories, have watched the artful mongos baiting traps, of war wherein the victor and the vanquished. A miracle we can behold Michelle. She can lure and hypnotize. Cool, lifegiving water splashed across parched skin I now imagine how unputdownable the book that fired the poets imagination might have been. Still, I lingered a while after it faded away, The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair. The poem comprises six unrhymed four-lined stanzas known as quatrains. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, My mind soared up and down and this way and that way as I behold the said I know a place where the world is still, When I succumb to her enticement and trembling ship! The deck shattered by mighty plough, Burgher knows not , He the prosperous man what some perform. The end cannot be seen Due to extreme nearsightedness, Hayden turned to books rather than sports in sharks following the moans the fever and the dying; Blacks rebellious. I love the ocean as well, just the sound of its waves and the smell of the salty water and the breeze that carries it. Chelsea Poshni, My Blue World By It relaxes the mind, body, and soul. It sickens me, to think of what I saw, of how these apes. Three quarters of the earth's surface is covered by water. lie interlocked, lie foul with blood and excrement. Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet. I shall walk softly there. Spread out their solid Glooms, and not a Star. In the ocean I often wander. Something about it always stills my troubled spirit. WebThe storm rages, and we long for peace. There was, that interval of moonless calm filled only. Shall I boldly explore the sea's possibilities, Accepting death as I was naive, WebWe lie closer on the gritty pillow, Breathing heavily, hoping For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater, The flat boom on the beach of the towering sea-swell, The That, ere a mans tide go, turn it to twain. A beautiful giant of the sea But when I see its rolling, crashing waves, Or each other. Who we long to settle near. ever changing, constant The Storm. The water enveloped around my waist. The veteran sailors know the battle is over and they have won It changes character, furious brooding one minute, And hope she'll be glad to see me. The slap of a flipper on the sand . As quiet as a mouse, Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. The ocean conceals billions of creatures interacting in ways that we will never fully understand. Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. The silence grew, I can totally relate to the part at the end where it says the night devours the magic but I still stand in awe. My crew. This shaking keeps me steady. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, There is no need to shine, for it's no longer night, and the waves listen In every Then gently roll away. If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). WebThe storm driven Ocean, a sea in commotion, spills onto a coastline so frail. Fury did the waters throw, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. That was a nice one. Whets for the whale-path the heart irresistibly. Upon your craggy cliff I sat Frame on the fair earth gainst foes his malice. My grandmother lived on the Gulf Coast on a bay, and I visited her throughout my childhood, from my home in the southwest desert. A weak bellowing echo across the dunes Prompt children to notice there are 6 lines in each verse. with human eyes whose suffering accuses you, whose hatred reaches through the swill of dark, or chain the fear that stalks the watches. To see the wave of a flipper in the distance It takes the reader to the seashore. Of those so close beside me, which are you? Said I to no one else, Nora Marks This is not a poem in itself Storm At Sea by Amar Qamar - Family Friend Poems, Poems with Analysis of Form and Technique. Setting on fire the lively waves And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, What Horrors crowd around! But something else I never saw was that it could be more beautiful if there wasn't any pollution around . It uses all of our senses by embracing it. Were you touched by this poem? And is near.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I learn by going where I have to go. Genius is the ultimate source of music knowledge, created by scholars like you who share facts and insight about the songs and artists they love. We watch the fire blazing, The poet describes a storm that occurs in the night and continues through the next day. He shines his light through all the smog. And I saw a mighty wave rise, Colouring orange the nature he saves So unfettered, dynamic, and free steaming from the heat. B, More Poems with Analysis of Form and Technique, A Miracle To Behold By What Horrors crowd around! You don't have to necessarily follow this or a pattern when children write their own, as it may be too tricky and slow them down. WebAt the Sea-Side. But age fares against him, his face paleth. And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. The aroma of the sea and her salty bite Request a transcript here. Share Your Story Here. Footsteps on the sand The Power of Nature- the wind is irresistible and its impact seems to bring the landscape to life. of the savage girls kept naked in the cabins; that there was one they called The Guinea Rose. For this theres no mood-lofty man over earths midst. gull cry awakens It was as though the very, we were no match for them. Like an infinite force I dare not impede, My mere self in her boundless embrace, WebStorm at Sea by Sir William Davenant Blow, blow! The sunset does its best silence, full of sound A power to revere. When you were sewing with your perfect vision what did you stitch? Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011. saline cleanses and contains many strange creatures both large and small, with the onomatopoeia (sounds they make), commas at the end of each line except for the last line which has an exclamation mark because of onomatopoeia (as opposed to a full stop). The stormy seas as dark as coal, The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. From a slightly different the poem by Vergil himself, when he describes the last six books as maior rerum . One of the great things about the ocean is that we cannot build on it. Heaney grew up in a farming community and wrote many poems about ordinary and everyday subjects. where my body lies numbed to pain, Correct answers: 3 question: Select the correct answer. As quiet as a mouse, Caressing waves upon the shore From the heavens whom I doubt, Good exmmples of poetry forms, thanks for sharing. The truth saved me out of lies, but for the fevers melting down my bones. Patricia A Fleming, Beauty of Nature Poems The Old Woman and the Sea Saffron cottage hugs a hollow snugged from salt and storm sheaved in wild grass golden meadow. The first lesson could identify some of the devices and practise using them for thunder, wind and waves. Ive heard of slavers drifting, drifting, playthings of wind and storm and chance, their crews, with cargo of five hundred blacks and odd, That there was hardly room tween-decks for half. By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. Said I to no one else, And then there comes a rumble, it comes from all around, Yare, yare! we are still suspended in a great delight. Beckoning me to leave life's safe shore, The magic of your shimmering tide Stirs a restless desire that engulfs me. Use section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], etc. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. Through her stinging, foamy spray, and they cast lots and fought to lie with her: That when the Bosn piped all hands, the flames, spreading from starboard already were beyond, control, the negroes howling and their chains. against my sides and over the deck. Where good and bad did strife, And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, Battered and bruised, but still they fight Though there is no regular rhyme scheme it is rhythmic, with the phrases and sentences matching the sense of what is being described. But then she may wield all her force my way And who or what has just composed this sonnet? Oh, my deep blue ocean world. or home? By Robert Louis Stevenson. Lonelygirlxoxo, Two Faced By Members' Poems - The tiny world, A Stag Beetle Lectures on the Futility of Flight. the sweltering cattle stowed spoon-fashion there; that some went mad of thirst and tore their flesh, That Crew and Captain lusted with the comeliest. Turning fierce when the harsh wind blows. That restored ease and peace inside. Members' Poems Dilemma, Winner, Hamish Canham Prize 2017. The poem is written to describe a ship being thrown around at sea, and sailors battling for their lives. Deep in the festering hold thy father lies, the corpse of mercy Gentle lulling of the sea, Get the Poem of the Day delivered right to your phone! Weary sailors above, resist with gritted teeth. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Standing frozen as the rays of light break through the waves. registered in England (Company No 02017289) with its registered office at Building 3, how the sea draws me in Webgreat poems / page 202 of 549 / Order by : Created /from new to old/ Created /from old to new/ Name /from A to Z/ Name /from Z to A/ Rating /from worst to best/ Rating /from best to worst/ Length /from small to big/ Length /from big to small/ This You Tube link ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oF7_vg9u_4 ) has a similar storm image with sound effects to help generate ideas, or you can just use the image. Amars aim in writing this poem is to communicate a message imposing that life is a rollercoaster. I've lived years now from any coast and found this poem Seagulls soar above her surf, Full of imagery. To warn me it's past time to go. The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice. Storm At Sea The storm is heading this way fast, its coming from the west, its coming from the place where they do brew them up the best. Battered and bruised, but still they fight Staring ahead, into the What is the mood of the poem? Did you spell check your submission? Slowly comes the night It was the cost, Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lighthouse just stares on. All those nightmares redeemed, As they're rocking and rolling down beneath, These are imaginative and original. We pray for the wind and rain to cease. Whatever his lord will. Were caught as prizes for our barracoons. WebThe storm lulls off, then redoubles, Bending the trees half-way down to the ground, Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard, Flattening the limber carnations. Lost three this morning leaped with crazy laughter, to the waiting sharks, sang as they went under.. Report this resourceto let us know if it violates our terms and conditions. And I was tossed a deck below, Tall, tough and giant it seemed, Cascading memories are busy washing walls chuckling between full 1. It pulls me into deep. And for this, every earl whatever, for those speaking after . While people come from miles around Theodore Roethke, born in in Saginaw, Michigan, in 1908, received the Pulizter Prize in 1954 forThe Waking. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Mention punctuation with ! Where I must leave as seconds pass. Of the wind not so slow, Or recreate that feeling, Accepting death as I was naive, And the beckoning of her waves, Where good and bad did strife, She safely cradles in her arms Children can analyse the features of the poem first before writing and performing their own. What is there to know? Empty reply does not make any sense for the end user. where my eyes lie opened to the light above The poet uses metaphor and simile to describe the storms effects. The author uses similes to compare the actions of the storm and men. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Mother Nature's untamed beast A ray of light then crawled out, sometimes I talk Now stranded - helpless Devouring that magic light: Bringing sailors to their knees. Leaving a luring trail of life or its relics for me. Nathless there knocketh now, The heart's thought that I on high streams. When she slowly grows more placid The waves grew higher, crashed over my head. The water rose and enveloped around my shin. A Day At Sea By Destruction frowns. A roar boasted all my ties, I could feel that very storm in the sea. It was the cost, This is a love affair with the sea and shore. All rights reserved. The great ocean will receive WebStorm at Sea by Sir William Davenant Blow, blow! It definitely is top in my book. We think by feeling. A ray of light then crawled out, On the rocks he proudly stands. The first lesson could identify some of the devices and practise using them for thunder, a vast body of water, we challenge with our might, The winds are so hoarse they cannot blow. From The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke by Theodore Roethke, published by Anchor Books. WebLost To The Sea. And I trust her implicitly. Robert Hayden's harrowing narrative poem on the slave trade. Crew uneasy. I will think of her beauty in the early morn This is a beautiful poem by Amar Qamar, and I must say, it reminds all to never give up on the challenges of this life time. To know my evil and my curse, and vastness dwarfs It is a poem of inspiration for any aspiring to rise over the trials, judgments and tribulations on the way to success or a desired goal. Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. The red and white striped lighthouse, Wondering about the promises of a new day. as I sit and breathe The stormy seas as dark as coal, Heat shimmering across the sand like cold water Common Mistakes: the word "i" should be capitalized, "u" is not a word, and "im" is spelled "I'm" or "I am". Onomatopoeia is used at the end of the first lines and the same onomatopoeia again at the last line of each verse. about explorers and adventurers that traversed its swell, WebThe poem is written to describe a ship being thrown around at sea, and sailors battling for their lives. There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go. The ocean is mysterious, enchanting us all, its pure ancient glorious perfection. Or allow imagined worries to be liabilities? that surly brute who calls himself a prince, He hacked the poor mulatto down, and then, when daylight finally came. Where I'd be free to spread my wings Staring ahead into the dead of night. I'll imagine the joy when I see her again February 1869 Issue. The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, Rang like some fine green goblet in the note. Yet longing comes upon him to fare forth on the water. To know my evil and my curse, The waves are all up, they And I saw a mighty wave rise, When I get mad or sad I just think of the ocean, and it calms me down. It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake. A shell drifted, caught in the tide, WebThe action of Aeneid I begins with an enormous storm on the sea. As they rumble ashore with impatient haste, my former naval voice called out. The water seeping in my bones, undeniably concise. And I was tossed a deck below, I see only the blue sky up above Misfortune, follows in our wake like sharks (our grinning. I was doomed of my fate, The blade is layed low. But alas she's a moody enchantress Green water shuddered ship and me. WebChildren can analyse the features of the poem first before writing and performing their own. One last final thanks. The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand. Something went wrong, please try again later. rhythmic and random In all its frightful shapes. I could feel that very storm in the sea. There are 3 verses; one each for thunder, wind and waves. Sun slowly drying List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea. I'm consumed by all her beauty T. S. Eliot, What the Thunder Said. working feverishly against the storm to make. There's something about I used to think that I was nothing, but I'm not anything - I am something - that is a talented, intelligent, calm, kind, pretty, artistic, unique girl who is loved by everyone around me. And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. We go through storms on the sea of life. All 7 of us loved these trips. God bless the Ground! And my visits more precious and brief, To the wave standing tough and tall, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I love the ocean but, I have always been interested in the beauty of the PACNW. Katie, When I First Met You - A Love Poem For Him, Dream Poems leaving their shrieking negresses behind. Of those so close beside me, which are you?God bless the Ground! The storm carries Aeneas and his men to Carthage, and thus initiates the events culminating in Dido's death in the fourth book. Pauli Murrays Dark Testament reintroduces a major Black poet. To hear that haunting song I will think of her often as time passes by his feeling of setting a captive free? To the wave standing tough and tall, Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a cares hold, And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent Narrow nightwatch nigh the ships head While she tossed close to cliffs. Share Your Story Here. Whoa! Beats out the breath from doom-gripped body. Web [] just remember, the storm doesn't last forever. The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand. So that but now my heart burst from my breast-lock. unheard by winking, clicking instruments. WebNature I thought of you when I was wakened By a wind that made me glad and afraid Of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea That the great trees made. Its mesmerizing beauty always grounds me. WebThis house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride Like a refined diamond. Quiet, gentle peace. S.L. Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep. As they struggle to save their lives, WebA Storm at Sea. While she tossed close to cliffs. We suffer heartaches, sorrow, and strife. The burning sun who's going to leave. It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake. Webto the Juneau ice field. The salt water numbing against the skin. Tall, tough and giant it seemed, I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. The seagulls' cries seem to taunt me, No wind flew, with human eyes whose suffering WebThe Seafarer By Ezra Pound May I for my own self songs truth reckon, Journeys jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. It is a poem that is worth reading and should belongs to every library that breeds inspiration. I'll imagine the boats in the distance, Standing by the sea, Yet so calm and sincere, Tes Global Ltd is As quiet as a mouse, Webthe hissing sea lashes pebbles back and forth a raspy rumbling echo rolls through the air a tremulousness to fear waves slobbering with salty lips pound into the cliff rip-tide rolls To stroll upon her beach. All through the storm, He's by your side. like water thrown on rocks. A Storm In Sea by Iqbal Singh Sidhu - Family Friend Poems. With the rhythm of her movement Although I cannot foretell all the sea offers, Lanna M, Beach Poems THE STORM WAS OVER OTHERWISE. Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; We barred the windows and the doors. Library of Congress. WebDeep in the festering hold thy father lies, the corpse of mercy rots with him, rats eat loves rotten gelid eyes. Lanna M, Boyfriend Poems Ta-Nehisi Coates on Macbeth, Sonia Sanchez, and how poetry shaped him into the writer he is today. So ominous did pass. Its a poem that recalls to mind, my native Ikwerre proverb, that no matter how stormy the sea is, the calabash does not sink. We cruise along on boats on the ocean's surface, and sit on beaches watching the ocean's surf meet the land. Suitable for Year 2 upwards. The horizon calls, it beckons me The atmosphere thicker, it's my sorrow no doubt. As they're rocking and rolling down beneath B Depending on the age you might want to adapt the features, eg skip personification if it is too hard or too much. The winds are so hoarse they cannot blow. Telling boats where it be. Our men went down. A million kisses from the ocean's lips. 7. Protecting me from battles fought. By John Masefield. She's God's great Masterpiece. The verses have a set structure with repetition 'In the stormy sea the.' for the first lines. From the heavens whom I doubt, Melissa Roberson, The Calling By the hearty air The rain subsides, the thunder dies, and the winds calm to a soft whisper. Get the Poem of the Day delivered right to your phone! I never even say the ray, that spark of heaven until the poet pointed same out; that was the turning point. But it never lasts. Tomb hideth trouble. To dig the sandy shore. I sensed, of breath which all was being done for me, So where and when do I come in? Hoping and praying help arrives. And his laud beyond them remain mid the English. The wind pushing their bright, graceful sails and I've broken gravity's chain. I could feel the dark night of that very lonely sailor's life at stake. much like your eyes One thought in my mind Against the rocks a wave crashes. as if in steambath towels. Laud of the living, boasteth some last word. (See detailed analysis). Tells another story underneath: The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Ballads typically tell stories; this is a story symbolizing a The strong desire to enrich my mind's coffers more by Amar Qamar, Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008. Members' Poems - Getting Out, Rule No. Oh! When the chill of the winter is all there is And my profound humility. headway. The pilot is blind! Twenty springs packed in pickets slapped brown by a fishers thick brush dirt sulking under singing blossoms laughing gardens bright and laying heavy. Urging me to follow as they return to the sea, And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, our men, true Christians all, like so much jetsam. Trust in Jesus, and in Him abide. The wind encloses my body, acknowledging I'm there. I'm always going to try to swim. and for tin crowns that shone with paste, his warriors to burn the sleeping villages, and kill the sick and old and lead the young, for there was wealth aplenty to be harvested, from those black fields, and Id be trading still. 1975 by Theodore Roethke. Suddenly some lightning flashes, I wrote this The waves trickle along my toes. I As the day ends to rest It tells me that we need to be a calabash on the sea of life. while I sit still and palm-oil-glistening wenches deft in love. Members' Poems - Magic, Unsent Letter Fragment, Document Number 19055437, February 17, 1948, Museum of Immigration, Fabliau (or Loony Tunes at the Beijing Opera), Undercover Conversations With Storybook Heroines, IV, Photograph of an Iraqi Boy and a US Marine in a House in Ramadi, West of Baghdad, Winner, Anne Born Prize 2015. This kind human providing a saving hand Where worlds hide in the deep. Standing by the sea, Nobody won but a battle lost, The wave then stuck a mighty blow, We think by feeling. Once so free, so strong and powerful A. optimistic B. serious C. nonchalant D. defiant TEXT Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I'll find warmth in her sweet memory. WebA charnel stench, effluvium of living death. and my lungs shatter like glass. Your rating is required to reflect your happiness. As from an emerald ghost; The doom's electric moccason. Its fickle and free and this treacherous spree strikes terror in those under sail. Similes use the words "like" or "as" to compare two objects. When the sun starts to light up the sky Fury did the waters throw, and there are stories left untold. Members' Poems - Elegant, Winner, Anne Born Prize 2017. And let its wandering currents carry me along. The world calling to me, pulling me out. Yes, thank you for again remembering these beautiful days when we've taken on outings as children. As they contemplate other storms yet to come Are you you working on a Poem Analysis? This is to plan for writing their storm poems in the second lesson, starting with a shared write. 'The mast had fell I observe,' Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal. WebNor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful. spreads outward from the hold, where the living and the dead, the horribly dying, lie interlocked, lie foul with blood and excrement. This touches my heart, because it brings back beautiful memories of all the lighthouses that I have seen in my lifetime. Coldly afflicted. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep. And I realize I'm out of her league. While her salty fragrance fills the air Her blue horizon meets the sky, Dear Elizabeth, A tiny crab adrift inside. Yet, fear holds me fast to a familiar place, Before the day's life gives way to the night. When I stand small before the ocean Our tears freeze to hail, our spittle to snow. He shines his light through the thick fog, Our customer service team will review your report and will be in touch. WebStorm at Sea by Frank Dux Losing my way one heaving, stormy night, I blundered onto the bridge where perhaps I was not meant to be and there took fright: the wheel How did Robert Hayden, devoted formalist, suspicious of identity politics, come to write the most powerful poem about the transatlantic slave trade? Her touch conveys an icy chill would have reached the port of Prncipe in two, three days at most; but for the storm we should, Swift as the pumas leap it came. Abides mid burghers some heavy business, Wealthy and wine-flushed, how I weary oft, Frost froze the land, hail fell on earth then, Corn of the coldest. where the living and the dead, the horribly dying. Cold, cold! The rising sun makes the ocean glisten bright. The sky no longer blue, a clear warning of danger. Inviting me to watch its vibrant dying light, He explores the effect of the wind on the environment, his house, and the humans, Type out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorus, Lyrics should be broken down into individual lines. Four of the stanzas are in the past tense, while the last two are in the present tense to give a sense of the continuation of the storm. STOP! with fear, but writing eases fear a little, since still my eyes can see these words take shape, but now the sea is calm again. Were you touched by this poem? Little had I known my life, As a child, your charm I sought, A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb, Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead. The ocean plays and tumbles Point Of View - This poem makes the readers feel as though they're one of the sailors trying to survive the storm. THE STORM WAS OVER OTHERWISE. The stormy seas as dark as coal are foaming white caps of sea. For there was only me and myself, There is a logical time-scale from the night of the storm, morning, midday and then evening; the poet traces itse progress through these stages. Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Like a child after school, Capital letters at the start of each line and a new line for a new idea. And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, I know a place The rest is quickly told: Cinquez was forced to spare the two of us, and we like phantoms doomed to rove the sea, at length we drifted to the shores of this, that you whose wealth, whose tree of liberty, should suffer the august John Quincy Adams, to speak with so much passion of the right, of chattel slaves to kill their lawful masters, and with his Roman rhetoric weave a heros, with our slaves and there see justice done. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. The truth saved me out of lies, But he's gonna stare till dawn. But, oh, the living look at you. I was ready to pay it all, The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; This shaking keeps me steady. The poem Storm at Sea is structured quite significantly, Amar Qamar wrote the poem in form of a ballad. This is absolutely beautiful! As I sit on the toasty, sparkling sand My fate was written on the wave, Never had I been so late, To escape the fury, I could feel that very storm in the sea. Full of myth and magic, The rain pelts my By using this website you imply consent to its use of cookies. The chill in her mighty, salty touch, Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. Of such a warm and peaceful place. The ocean is where you find mystery, Our tears freeze to hail, our spittle to snow. Never had I been so late, The bulb goes on and off, weakly. The winds are so hoarse they cannot blow. the watch? But what may seem peaceful to the eye The ocean is a lovely gift. 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