TO-NIGHT I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun's wreck and clashing surges born. Each after other went, And they were gathered to his breast -- It seemed to me a sacrament Of some stern creed unblest: As when to rocks, that cheerless girt the bay, They bound thy holy limbs, Andromeda. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE by LUCY A. K. ADEE BRUCE: JAMES OF DOUGLAS by JOHN BARBOUR |