I'm back with more seaside images. These are photos I pulled from the archives, but they do give you an idea of what the Maine Coast is like at this time of year. To really see them well, please click on each image to enlarge it.
The great poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, and spent much time along the Coast of Maine. It's not surprising then to find that he often used imagery of the sea in his poems.
I'll leave you with one of his poems. To read more about Longfellow, go here
The Tides
I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
Then heard I, more distinctly than before,
The ocean breathe and its great breast expand,
And hurrying came on the defenceless land
The insurgent waters with tumultuous roar.
All thought and feeling and desire, I said,
Love, laughter, and the exultant joy of song
Have ebbed from me forever! Suddenly o'er me
They swept again from their deep ocean bed,
And in a tumult of delight, and strong
As youth, and beautiful as youth, upbore me.
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