VOICES of strange sea breezes caught, Half tangled in the pine-tree tall, With ocean's tenderest music fraught, Serenely rise, and sweetly fall. They charm the lids of wearied eyes, And all the dreamy senses bless With breath of wave-born symphonies, And balms of mild forgetfulness, 'Till o'er the fragrant calms of peace, My soul, scarce moved, benignly glides, Or in all sorrows' soft surcease, Rocks tranced on the phantom tides: But still those faint sea voices speak, Those prisoned sea winds rise and fall, The ghost of sea foam sweeps my cheek, And the sea's mystery sighs through all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ODE TO THE SWALLOW by ANACREON RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE |