SEA-BLOWN

by: Joaquin Miller (1841-1913)

      H! there be souls none understand;
      Like clouds, they cannot touch the land.
      Unanchored ships, they blow and blow,
      Sail to and fro, and then go down
      In unknown seas that none shall know,
      Without one ripple of renown.
       
      Call these not fools, the test of worth
      Is not the hold you have of earth.
      Ay, there be gentlest souls sea-blown
      That know not any harbor known.
      Now it may be the reason is,
      They touch on fairer shores than this.

"Sea-Blown" is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.

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