Again I saw him come: -- 't was eventide; The sun shone on the rock amid the sea; The winds were hush'd: -- the quiet billows sighed With a low swell: -- the birds winged silently Their evening flight around the scathed tree; The fisher safely put into the bay And push'd his boat ashore; then gathered he His nets, and hastening up the rocky way, Spread them to catch the sun's warm evening ray. I saw that stranger's eye gaze on the scene: And this was Tyre," -- said he: how has decay Within her palaces a despot been. Ruin and silence in her courts have met, And on the city rock the fisher spreads his net. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW FORMERLY A SLAVE' (AN IDEALIZED PORTRAIT, BY E. VEDDER) by HERMAN MELVILLE TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 15 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: ROOT AND LEAF by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |