The surges gushed and sounded, The blue was the blue of June, And low above the brightening east Floated a shred of moon. The woods were black and solemn, The night winds large and free, And in your thought a blessing seemed To fall on land and sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS CHRIST THE CONSOLER by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER ECHOES OF SPRING: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND THE CAPTIVE DOVE by ANNE BRONTE THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A COLLEGE EXAMINATION by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |