DIM stars like snowflakes are fluttering in heaven, Down the cloud-mountains by wind-torrents riven; There are still chances, but one more than all Slowly burns out on the sea's dark wall -- The best ever given. One, the divinest, goes down to the dark, In a red sullen vanishing, a poor stifled spark. You, who have reason, were staring at this As though by your gaze it would clear the abyss -- It was once your sea-mark. Hear on the shore too the sighed monotones Of waves that in weakness slip past the purled stones; The seethe of blown sand round the dry fractured hull, Salt-reeds and tusked fence; hear the struck gull With death in his bones. Slow comes the net in, that's filled with frustration; Night ends the day of thwart discreation; I would be your miracle-worker, sad friend, Bid a music for you and a new star ascend, -- But I know isolation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON PARTING, CELIA WEEPS by THOMAS CAREW SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 14 by BLISS CARMAN THE BROOK AND ITS CHILDREN by HILDA CONKLING |