A Poet’s Wife
I saw a tract of ocean locked inland,
   Within a field’s embrace—
The very sea! Afar it fled the strand,
   And gave the seasons chase,
And met the night alone, the tempest spanned,
   Saw sunrise face to face.
O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier!
   In inaccessible rest
And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir
   Scattered through east to west,—
Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her
   Who locks thee to her breast.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created April 9, 2001; not revised.