O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above-- What lies in me like weight of love? What dies in me With utter grief, because there comes no sign Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line? O salted air, Blown round the rocky headland still, What calls me there from cove and hill? What calls me fair From thee, the first-born of the youthful night, Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight? O yellow Star, Quivering upon the rippling tide-- Sendest so far to one that sigh'd? Bendest thou, Star, Above, where the shadows of the dead have rest And constant silence, with a message from the blest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW THE TEMERAIRE by HERMAN MELVILLE SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |