A weary weed, tossed to and fro, Drearily drenched in the ocean brine, Soaring high and sinking low, Lashed along without will of mine; Sport of the spume of the surging sea; Flung on the foam, afar and anear, Mark my manifold mystery, -- Growth and grace in their place appear. I bear round berries, gray and red, Rootless and rover though I be; My spangled leaves, when nicely spread, Aboresce as a trunkless tree; Corals curious coat me o'er, White and hard in apt array; Mid the wild waves' rude uproar Gracefully grow I, night and day. Hearts there are on the sounding shore, Something whispers soft to me, Restless and roaming forevermore, Like this weary weed of the sea; Bear they yet on each beating breast The eternal type of the wondrous whole, Growth unfolding amidst unrest, Grace informing with silent soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL THE WOMAN AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AURORA by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) |