I looked again -- I saw a lonely shore; A rock amid the waters, and a waste Of trackless sand: I heard the bleak sea's roar, And winds that rose and fell with gusty haste. There was one scathed tree, by storm defaced, Round which the sea-birds wheeled with screaming cry. Ere long came on a traveller, slowly paced: Now east, then west, he turn'd with curious eye, Like one perplexed with an uncertainty. A while he looked upon the sea, -- and then Upon a book as if it might supply The thing he lack'd: -- he read and gazed again -- Yet as if unbelief so on him wrought, He might not deem this shore the shore he sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 9. A MAD MAID'S SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY DESPAIR by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THOU DOST NOT KNOW by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS THISTLEDOWN: 17 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI CANZONE (HIS PORTRAIT OF HIS LADY ANGIOLA OF VERONA) by FAZIO DEGLI UBERTI |