By day or night the chanting of the sea Can hold my heart, yet stir to vague unrest, As if old gods came forth and called to me, Awaking haunting memories in my breast; But when I hear the music of the pines Touched by the errant winds with soft caress, Amid dark majesty of rising lines Their whispered hope can comfort and can bless. Through scented isles beneath their solemn height The sunlight pours in streams of sifted gold, Until the stars are woven with the night A canopy of glory to unfold. By day or night the chanting of the sea Can hold my heart, but pines bring peace to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVOCATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by JOHN MILTON |