THAT ocean you of late surveyed, Those rocks, I too have seen, But I afflicted and dismayed, You tranquil and serene. You from the flood-controlling steep Saw stretched before your view, With consciousjoy, the threatening deep, No longer such to you. To me the waves that ceaseless broke Upon the dangerous coast, Hoarsely and ominously spoke Of all my treasure lost. Your sea of troubles you have past, And found the peaceful shore; I, tempest-tossed, and wrecked at last, Come home to port no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |