Inland
Peoplethat build their houses inland,People that buy a plot of groundShaped like a house, and build a house there,Far from the sea-board, far from the soundOf water sucking the hollow ledges,Tons of water striking the shore,—What do they long for, as I long forOne salt smell of the sea once more?People the waves have not awakened,Spanking the boats at the harbour’s head,What do they long for, as I long for,—Starting up in my inland bed,Beating the narrow walls, and findingNeither a window nor a door,Screaming to God for death by drowning,—One salt taste of the sea once more?
Peoplethat build their houses inland,People that buy a plot of groundShaped like a house, and build a house there,Far from the sea-board, far from the soundOf water sucking the hollow ledges,Tons of water striking the shore,—What do they long for, as I long forOne salt smell of the sea once more?People the waves have not awakened,Spanking the boats at the harbour’s head,What do they long for, as I long for,—Starting up in my inland bed,Beating the narrow walls, and findingNeither a window nor a door,Screaming to God for death by drowning,—One salt taste of the sea once more?
Peoplethat build their houses inland,People that buy a plot of groundShaped like a house, and build a house there,Far from the sea-board, far from the sound
Of water sucking the hollow ledges,Tons of water striking the shore,—What do they long for, as I long forOne salt smell of the sea once more?
People the waves have not awakened,Spanking the boats at the harbour’s head,What do they long for, as I long for,—Starting up in my inland bed,
Beating the narrow walls, and findingNeither a window nor a door,Screaming to God for death by drowning,—One salt taste of the sea once more?