Summer lovin’: The deep blue sea.


On the sea
by John Keats

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousend Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often ’tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh, ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody –
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired.

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20 comments

  1. Wow! Breath-taking.

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  2. An inspiring poem from Keats, love the lines … your eyeballs vexed and tired feast them upon the wideness 🙂 and how they fit so well with your scene 🙂

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  3. Mouth-gapingly awesome 🙂

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  4. Beautiful words and an awesome image.

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