People that build their houses inland, br People that buy a plot of ground br Shaped like a house, and build a house there, br Far from the sea-board, far from the sound br br Of water sucking the hollow ledges, br Tons of water striking the shore,— br What do they long for, as I long for br One salt smell of the sea once more? br br People the waves have not awakened, br Spanking the boats at the harbour's head, br What do they long for, as I long for,— br Starting up in my inland bed, br br Beating the narrow walls, and finding br Neither a window nor a door, br Screaming to God for death by drowning,— br One salt taste of the sea once more?br br Edna St.