I LAID me down beside the sea, Endless in blue monotony; The clouds were anchored in the sky, Sometimes a sail went idling by. Upon the shingles on the beach Gray linen was spread out to bleach, And gently with a gentle swell The languid ripples rose and fell. A fisher-boy, in level line, Cast stone by stone into the brine: Methought I too might do as he, And cast my sorrows on the sea. The old, old sorrows in a heap Dropped heavily into the deep; But with its sorrow on that day My heart itself was cast away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL COLUMBUS [JANUARY, 1487] by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN OH, MOTHER DEAR! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |