In all the wide unrest that is the sea, Where glint of starlight mocks the dark-lined deep And mourning tides forever onward sweep, One quiet Thing holds death's austerity. The waters lift a somber lid and flee To shape a grave where none may come to weep; Where starkness broods, and icy depths will keep The sunken Treasure guarded tirelessly. There is no grave so wide and deep as this, Nor any eyes so cold as these bright stars That look on blindly. In its vast abyss The Ocean seals in ageless ebon jars The prize of death, to hoard with avarice Behind the soundless dark of final bars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK TASTE, AN EPISTLE TO A YOUNG CRITIC by JOHN ARMSTRONG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 3. THE VOLUNTARY PRISONER by PHILIP AYRES ENIGMA. TO THE LADIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A SONNET TO HEAVENLY BEAUTY by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |