Poetry of Kansas

Mountain And Sea

The mountains shall bring peace,'tis said;
    They bring it not to me,__
The craggy heights are cold and dead
    Give me the tossing sea
Too like the prison of our life,
    These cliffs unyielding stand;
They stir the passion of a strife
    They cannot understand.
But where the breakers strike the bar
    And rolling billows foam,
Where tides come creeping in from far,
    And bring the sailor home,__
There, where the sunset lights the sails
    That seek another shore,
Would all my longing might avail
    To draw me evermore
___Elizabeth T. Spring
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 107
December 30, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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