I dream of the sea,
Of big sea’s lilies,
That fill the bud
Of the mouth of the fish,
And plant flowers,
And waves that cower
To smooth an inch of sand.

   Here I smell  
           The sweet of the sun,  
           The great white cry  
           Of gull and pup,  
       And I sit and I see them  
        Mock me in mirth.  
            I sound the deep.  
             I see, I see!  
           
           Gulls on the night  
               Tattered with stars,  
            And the dawn  
         With bursting light cut.  
            
           Sometime  
           The sea wind comes,  
            With mist of sea,  
            I am not your fish.

• Edna St Vincent Millay