WHEN the tide's billowy swell Had reached its height, Then tolled the rock's lone bell Sternly by night. Far over cliff and surge Swept the deep sound, Making each wild wind's dirge Still more profound. Yet that funereal tone The sailor blessed, Steering through darkness on With fearless breast. E'en so may we, that float On life's wide sea, Welcome each warning note, Stern though it be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC THE LIVING DEAD by RALPH CHAPLIN CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI VARIATIONS ON A THEME by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY |