UP stole a fog, a chill and ghastly thing, That gloomed the sea and hid her face from me; My soul was like a bird with broken wing; A dismal bell warned homing barks away. Then shot a sun-shaft; like a phantom host, Born of the night and mailed in sullen white, The riven mists drew off, and lo! the coast Lay green and glad beyond the waters gray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MY WINTER ROSE by ALFRED AUSTIN TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 20 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |