Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MUSIC OF THE SEA, by QUINTIN BONE First Line: I love the bold choir of the wild sea waves Last Line: To fling the story on a thousand coasts. Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Sea; Ocean | ||||||||
I LOVE the bold choir of the wild sea waves, When the wind's fingers sweep along the strings Of Neptune's harp, and wake its melody Sublime and loud. Old Winter, hoary-lock'd, Ere yet he flings him from the western steep, As the gay step of rosy Spring is heard Along the crisping earth, sweeps the loud chords, And lo, as the high anthem swells aloft, The listening continents and isles around, And eager heaven with all its stars, are dumb, Hanging on the deep thunder of its voice! How sweet, when Summer-earth laughs out in leaves, Is the low murmur of the sunlit waves. Lo! in arcadian bower the Queen of May, Wreathed in robe of flowers, high honeymoon Passes, with her sweet boy, the love-sick Year, -- And the fleet, perfume-wing'd, and tell-tale Wind Whispers their mighty passion to the sea! The eager-listening waves, through all their tents, Murmur their sweet surprise, and big with joy Exultant wake the echoes of their caves, Then leap again to light, and laughing run To fling the story on a thousand coasts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE |
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