Poems (Jackson)/The Zone of Calms
THE ZONE OF CALMS.[1]
S yearning currents from the trackless snows,And silent Polar seas, unceasing sweepTo South, to North, and linger not where leapRed fires from glistening cones,—nor where the roseHas triumph on the snow-fed Paramos,In upper air,—nor yet where lifts the deepIts silver Atolls on whose bosoms sleepThe purple sponges; and, as in reposeMeeting at last, they sink upon the breastOf that sweet tropic sea, whose spicy balmsAnd central heat have drawn them to its arms,—So soul seeks soul, unsatisfied, represt,Till in Love's tropic met, they sink to rest,At peace forever, in the "Zone of Calms."
- ↑ The Zone of Calms is the space comprised between the second degree north latitude and the second degree south.