Classic and Contemporary Poetry

LITTLE HILLS LEAN NEAR, by ELIZABETH MAXWELL PHELPS
First Line: I love the sea, the thundering sea
Last Line: So neighborly with me at night.

I love the sea, the thundering sea
Of great green billows crested white;
But little streams companion me
And sing me joyous songs at night.

I love a purple mountain peak
Or glittering crown on snowy height;
But little hills lean near and speak
So neighborly with me at night.