SEA-VIOLINS are playing on the sands; Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles, See them attack the chords -- dark basses, glinting trebles. Dimly and faint they croon, blue violins. "Suffer without regret," they seem to cry, "Though dark your suffering is, it may be music, Waves of blue heat that wash midsummer sky; Sea-violins that play along the sands." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 26. BEYOND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |