SILENT, I sat within the boat, The earth and sea were still; The mist wrapped softly, fold on fold, O'er wood, and dale, and hill: Dim shone the moon, and far away The sea lay waste and bare; Low-wailing Ossian's ghost did float Across the water drear. And wailing low, my weary heart, Sighed from its inner deep: Oh Love, that I could lay me down Upon thy breast, and sleep! Oh Love, thou art the cradle, thou, To rock the heart to rest; Oh Love, thou art the fountain, thou With waters cool and blest. Where art thou, Love? Oh, loud I call! Life's dust and heat they lie Upon my wings, and drag them down: Oh, hear me where I sigh! So sadly did the moon look down, Sadly she seemed to sigh: Yea, where is Love? and where is rest? Shrill did the sea-mew cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE FOREST POOL by MATHILDE BLIND NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |