Classic Poem

When shall I behold again the cold limbed bare breasted
Daughters of the ocean I have not seen so long

Then it was always in sunshine
then they were running

There was this thunder of surf then to the left of us
Pines to the right
cicadas
We came alone
We left our people over the hill in the vineyard
There were sea birds here when we came ...
But I remember
Sand there where the stones are and isles to seaward

It may be this was all in another land

Or it may be I have forgotten now how the sea was