NO voice of crickets wearing through the night From skeins of dew in scented summer fields; No sleep-time chirp of birds, no tree that yields A solemn sigh when touched by breezes light. Instead, a throb of engines in their might, The scurrying seamen with their weird @3Yo-ho!@1 The creak of ropes, the lapping of sad waves, That seem to grieve above forgotten graves, And gossip on lost ships of long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |