"Inland" by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
Of water sucking the hollow ledges,
Tons of water striking the shore,–
What do they long for, as I long for
One salt smell of the sea once more?
People the waves have not awakened,
Spanking the boats at the harbor's head,
What do they long for, as I long for,–
Starting up in my inland bed,
Beating the narrow walls, and finding
Neither a window nor a door,
Screaming to God for death by drowning,–
One salt taste of the sea once more?