{"id":624,"date":"2010-08-29T05:38:50","date_gmt":"2010-08-29T05:38:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=624"},"modified":"2010-08-29T05:38:50","modified_gmt":"2010-08-29T05:38:50","slug":"a-sea-dirge-by-lewis-carroll","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/a-sea-dirge-by-lewis-carroll\/","title":{"rendered":"A Sea Dirge by Lewis Carroll"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/LewisCarrollSelfPhoto.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-132 lazyload\" title=\"LewisCarrollSelfPhoto\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/LewisCarrollSelfPhoto-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/LewisCarrollSelfPhoto-201x300.jpg 201w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/LewisCarrollSelfPhoto.jpg 328w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 201px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 201\/300;\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>A SEA DIRGE<\/p>\n<p>?There are certain things &#8211; as, a spider, a ghost,<br \/>\nThe income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three &#8211;<br \/>\nThat I hate, but the thing that I hate the most<br \/>\nIs a thing they call the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>Pour some salt water over the floor &#8211;<br \/>\nUgly I?m sure you?ll allow it to be:<br \/>\nSuppose it extended a mile or more,<br \/>\nThat?s very like the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>Beat a dog till it howls outright &#8211;<br \/>\nCruel, but all very well for a spree:<br \/>\nSuppose that he did so day and night,<br \/>\nThat would be like the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>I had a vision of nursery-maids;<br \/>\nTens of thousands passed by me &#8211;<br \/>\nAll leading children with wooden spades,<br \/>\nAnd this was by the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>Who invented those spades of wood?<br \/>\nWho was it cut them out of the tree?<br \/>\nNone, I think, but an idiot could &#8211;<br \/>\nOr one that loved the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float<br \/>\nWith ?thoughts as boundless, and souls as free?:<br \/>\nBut, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,<br \/>\nHow do you like the Sea?<\/p>\n<p>There is an insect that people avoid<br \/>\n(Whence is derived the verb ?to flee?).<br \/>\nWhere have you been by it most annoyed?<br \/>\nIn lodgings by the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>If you like your coffee with sand for dregs,<br \/>\nA decided hint of salt in your tea,<br \/>\nAnd a fishy taste in the very eggs &#8211;<br \/>\nBy all means choose the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,<br \/>\nYou prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,<br \/>\nAnd a chronic state of wet in your feet,<br \/>\nThen &#8211; I recommend the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>For I have friends who dwell by the coast &#8211;<br \/>\nPleasant friends they are to me!<br \/>\nIt is when I am with them I wonder most<br \/>\nThat anyone likes the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>They take me a walk: though tired and stiff,<br \/>\nTo climb the heights I madly agree;<br \/>\nAnd, after a tumble or so from the cliff,<br \/>\nThey kindly suggest the Sea.<\/p>\n<p>I try the rocks, and I think it cool<br \/>\nThat they laugh with such an excess of glee,<br \/>\nAs I heavily slip into every pool<br \/>\nThat skirts the cold cold Sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A SEA DIRGE ?There are certain things &#8211; as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three &#8211; That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water over the floor &#8211; Ugly I?m sure you?ll allow it to be:&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-624","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-lewis"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=624"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=624"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=624"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}