The shadows of the ships Rock on the crest In the low blue lustre Of the tardy and the soft inrolling tide. A long brown bar at the dip of the sky Puts an arm of sand in the span of salt. The lucid and endless wrinkles Draw in, lapse and withdraw. Wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles Wash on the floor of the beach. Rocking on the crest In the low blue lustre Are the shadows of the ships. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER WHAT THE BULLET SANG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CORONATION ODE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A WORD TO THE 'ELECT' by ANNE BRONTE THE WALL by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN EPITAPH ON MRS. ANNE PRIDEAUX, DAUGHTER OF DR. PRIDEAUX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |