Song of the Sea
Barry Cornwall
1787 to 1874
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And why the southwest blasts do blow.
I've lived, since then, in calm and strife,
Or whistles aloud his tempest tune,
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
And back I flew to her billowy breast,
With the blue above and the blue below,
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
I am where I would ever be;
If a storm should come and awake the deep
And a mother she was, and is, to me,
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round;
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
And Death, whenever he comes to me,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.
Or like a cradled creature lies.
I love, oh, how I love to ride
And tells how goeth the world below,
Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea.
When every mad wave drowns the moon,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies,
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But never have sought nor sighed for change;
Full fifty summers a sailor's life,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;
For I was born on the open sea!
But I loved the great sea more and more,
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!