A Poet'S Wife

I saw a tract of ocean locked inland, 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 err Scattered through east to west,-- Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her Who locks thee to her breast.