AT the outer edge of the world, Where the long grey mists arise, Between the sunset and the sea I gaze with longing eyes. 0 the twilight and dreams for me, And the things my fancy paints -- My hopes the light upon the sea Which slowly faints and faints. The surge and beat of the sea, The mournful and endless dole, -- They swell with a thousand questionings And overflow my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JAPANESE MAPLES by JENNIE SCOTT ARNOLD LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE MASQUERADE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |