MILES upon miles they toss, the wrathful waves, Without one point of land to mar the main, And this you say is Neptune's primal plain, Where now as in lost years he rants and raves Meeting no barriers, cliffs, nor sounding caves; Ah! had you viewed of old this wide domain You would have glimpsed a mighty mountain chain Disputing mastery of these ocean graves. But age by age the sea-god beat them down; His thunder-bolted waters shot the shore. On one wild eve some sailors, like to drown, Saw half the hills give way with fearful roar; Now Neptune wears in peace his royal crown, For here the snowy peaks are seen no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CHINESE NIGHTINGALE; A SONG IN CHINESE TAPESTRIES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY PSALM 87 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING VENICE; A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LOST PARDNER by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |