Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow-
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.
With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly-
Alas, there cannot be
For us a second spring;
Come, let us go.
Coney Island
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: june, snow, spring, wind, winter, white, long, face, bring, sea, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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