HOW it sings, sings, sings, Blowing sharply from the sea-line, With an edge of salt that stings; How it laughs aloud, and passes, As it cuts the close cliff-grasses; How it sings again, and whistles As it shakes the stout sea-thistles -- How it sings! How it shrieks, shrieks, shrieks, In the crannies of the headland, In the gashes of the creeks; How it shrieks once more, and catches Up the yellow foam in patches; How it whirls it out and over To the corn-field and the clover -- How it shrieks! How it roars, roars, roars, In the iron under-caverns, In the hollows of the shores; How it roars anew, and thunders, As the strong hull splits and sunders: And the spent ship, tempest-driven, On the reef lies rent and riven -- How it roars! How it wails, wails, wails, In the tangle of the wreckage, In the flapping of the sails; How it sobs away, subsiding, Like a tired child after childing; And across the ground-swell rolling, You can hear the bell-buoy tolling -- How it wails! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 16 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. CHRISTMAS EVE by EDWARD CARPENTER SATURDAY NIGHT by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |