A POET'S WIFE

By Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell

I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land

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.