I stood on the shore of the world, As one might stand by the sea, And love, like a splendid wave Surged up the sand to me, Terrible, full of song, Bearing its crown with pride, But I feared the onward surge, Like a coward I turned aside. Love, like a broken wave, Ebbed and the sand was bare, Save where the flecks of foam Vanished into the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES MY BALD HEAD by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER STANZAS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |