Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRITTEN IN ILLNESS, by CAROLINE CLIVE First Line: My bark floats on the sea of death Last Line: Farewell, my native world! Alternate Author Name(s): V; Meysey-wigley, Caroline Subject(s): Sickness; Illness | ||||||||
MY bark floats on the sea of death, Of deep'ning waves the sport; And dull disease, with heavy breath, Impels me from the port. Wide and unknown, the ocean surge Outstretches to my ken; Oh! when I reach yon cloudy verge, What sights will meet me then? Thee, native world, full well I know; And as thy shores recede, Mine eyes still wander from the prow, Familiar forms to read. There shines the light that first I knew, The scenes that light displayed; From which my soul the feelings drew, Whereof itself was made. There lie the shapes of joys and ills, Which moved erewhile my mind; Like storms and suns upon the hills The trav'ller leaves behind. But still receding, wafted on, All indistinct they grow; The busy crowd that moves thereon To me is silent now. Its glittering ray mine eye escapes, The mists are round me furl'd; Farewell, farewell, ye human shapes! Farewell, my native world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON |
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