The Visiting Sea
As the inhastening tide doth roll,
Home from the deep, along the whole
   Wide shining strand, and floods the caves,
   —Your love comes filling with happy waves
The open sea-shore of my soul.
But inland from the seaward spaces,
None knows, not even you, the places
   Brimmed, at your coming, out of sight,
   —The little solitudes of delight
This tide constrains in dim embraces.
You see the happy shore, wave-rimmed,
But know not of the quiet dimmed
   Rivers your coming floods and fills,
   The little pools ’mid happier hills,
My silent rivulets, over-brimmed.
What! I have secrets from you? Yes.
But, visiting Sea, your love doth press
   And reach in further than you know,
   And fills all these; and, when you go,
There’s loneliness in loneliness.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 11, 2001; not revised.