ON ear and ear two noises too old to end Trench -- right, the tide that ramps against the shore; With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar, Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend. Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend, His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeined score In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour And pelt music, till none 's to spill nor spend. How these two shame this shallow and frail town! How ring right out our sordid turbid time, Being pure! We, life's pride and cared-for crown, Have lost that cheer and charm of earth's past prime: Our make and making break, are breaking, down To man's last dust, drain fast towards man's first slime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON ON BEING QUIZZED BY BALIEV by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SORROW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GREAT LEADER by EDWARD CARPENTER |