Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCEAN, by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Unfathomed deep, unfetter'd waste Last Line: Its shade on hope's dim ray. Subject(s): Sea; Ocean | ||||||||
UNFATHOMED deep, unfetter'd waste Of never-silent waves, Each by its rushing follower chas'd, Through unillumin'd caves, And o'er the rocks whose turrets rude, E'en since the birth of time, Have heard amid thy solitude The billow's ceaseless chime. O'er what recesses, depths unknown, Dost thou thy waves impel, Where never yet a sunbeam shone, Or gleam of moonlight fell? For never yet did mortal eyes Thy gloom-wrapt deeps behold, And naught of thy dread mysteries The tongue of man hath told. What, though proud man presume to hold His course upon thy tide, O'er thy dark billows uncontroll'd His fragile bark to guide -- Yet who, upon thy mountain waves, Can feel himself secure While sweeping o'er thy yawning caves, Deep, awful, and obscure? But thou art mild and tranquil now -- Thy wrathful spirits sleep, And gentle billows, calm and slow, Across thy bosom sweep. Yet where the dim horizon's bound Rests on thy sparkling bed, The tempest-cloud, in gloom profound, Prepares its wrath to shed. Thus, mild and calm in youth's bright hour The tide of life appears, When fancy paints, with magic spell, The bliss of coming years; But clouds will rise, and darkness bring O'er life's deceitful way, And cruel disappointment fling Its shade on hope's dim ray. | 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 AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |
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