WAVES majestic, Rising, seething, Foaming, crashing; Pools of molten gold Poured upon fluid chrysoprase. A bird, solitary, Speeding darkly, dips the curling crests; Rising, seething, Foaming, crashing; Vast silences beyond. Expand oh! soul, hold infinitude! Spacious tranquillity Calmly silvering into night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS by ARTHUR CHAPMAN THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON |