Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Becalmed

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Becalmed
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Becalmed Becalmed upon the sea of Thought, Still unattained the land it sought, My mind, with loosely-hanging sails, Lies waiting the auspicious gales. On either side, behind, before, The ocean stretches like a floor,-- A level floor of amethyst, Crowned by a golden dome of mist. Blow, breath of inspiration, blow! Shake and uplift this golden glow! And fill the canvas of the mind With wafts of thy celestial wind. Blow, breath of song! until I feel The straining sail, the lifting keel, The life of the awakening sea, Its motion and its mystery! Content of Becalmed [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: In the Harbor] Read next: The Poet's Calendar Table of content of In the Harbor GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow