And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. TENNYSON. THE shadow far and wide; All sound hath died, And Something felt but seen not from the shore, Nor moved by any sail nor any oar, Went outward with the tide. No moaning of the bar; But far, oh, far The silent ship has gone upon its way Into the space that lies beyond our day, Beyond our evening star. Thence came it at our need; It bore a seed From out the bosom of the Shadowy Sea, Which grew, and filled the whole world gloriously With flower of light indeed! No sadness of farewell, No voice, no bell, The heart too full for aught but silence, when A great soul turns to seek and find again Its home where great souls dwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN |