Largo In the morning I saw three great ships Almost motionless Becalmed on an infinite horizon. The clatter of waves up the beach, The grating rush of wet pebbles, The loud monotonous song of the surf, All these have soothed me And have given My soul to rest. At noon I shall see waves flashing, White power of spray. The steamers, stately, Kick up white puffs of spray behind them. The boiling wake Merges in the blue-black mirror of the sea. One eye of the sun sees all: The world, the wave, my heart. I am content. In the afternoon I shall dream a dream Of islands beyond the horizon. White clouds drift over the sky, Frigates on a long voyage. In the evening a mute blue stillness Clutches at my heart. Stars sparkle upon the tips of my fingers. Mystical hush, Fire in the darkness; The breaking of dreams. But in the morning I shall see three great ships Almost motionless Becalmed on an infinite horizon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE POET'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONG OF THE SERPENT-CHARMERS by EDWIN ARNOLD |