He dwelt amid the gloomy rocks, A solitary man; Around his home on every side, The deep salt waters ran. The distant ships sailed far away, And o'er the moaning wave The sea-birds swept, with pale white wings, As phantoms haunt the grave: 'Twas dreary on an autumn night, To hear the tempest sweep, When gallant ships were perishing Alone amid the deep. He was a stranger to that shore, A stranger he remained, For to his heart, or hearth, or board, None ever welcome gained. Great must have been the misery Of guilt upon his mind, That thus could sever all the ties Between him and his kind. His step was slow, his words were few, His brow was worn and wan; He dwelt among those gloomy rocks, A solitary man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN |