HOW sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done. With broad bright side beneath the broad bright sun, Like sea-nymph tired, on cushioned mosses sleeping. Yet, nearer drawn, beneath her purple tresses From drooping brows we find her slowly weeping. So many a wife for cruel man's caresses Must inly pine and pine, yet outward bear A gallant front to this world's gaudy glare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN |