Great Sea, too much have fools impugned your empire's might, boasting your random powers in mutual combat fight! Great Sea, whose flashing fire and roaring bolts are hurled when you would fain reflect the turmoil of the world! Ah, do your thoughts recall of storied Greece or Rome the fleets engulfed like lead to rest beneath your foam? Before and since that day where sail man's swift triremes? The Argo, Spanish galleons, gone like forgotten dreams, the shattered galleys, bent above your mirror's gloom, which, with uplifted prow, were sucked beneath your flood? The ships submerged, once more your mirrors, filled with blood, united, of great names the all-effacing tomb. Can nothing mortal, Sea, afford the life you crave and calm the thirst for heaven of your drunk mirrors vast? Is it the Other World you most reflect at last to appease the bounding glass of your insatiate wave? 'Tis at the heaven's high verge that tempests tire and cease, upreared like soaring Hope in the trembling azure air. 'Tis when, at the planet's call, towards the white clouds you fare that, in reflecting them, you dream of love and peace. In freshets of the Spring, flood your confining bars, and through pale wastes of space mount frenziedly on high to where the sea of Chaos, on far shores of the sky, deposits evermore the infinite salt of stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: 104 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE JESUS - THE KING IN HIS BEAUTY by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX THE ROMANCE OF THE CARPET by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE GOD'S DREAM by WILLIAM NORRIS BURR FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION |