Green walls of waves that tower up, Great whorls of waves that curl and crash, Swift whirls of spray in the billows' cup, Bright nets of spume that coil and splash! They sighing surge and soughing sob, Sonorous, raucous, snarling host; The sea is one terrific throb -- How still the dunes along the coast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLDWING MOTH by CARL SANDBURG SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT |