Author Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand,Left on the shore; that hears all nightThe plunging seas draw backward from the landTheir moon-led waters white. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments