I cry, I cry Into the night. Along the waves I gleam and fly A haunted flight; A cry, a cry Into the night. Lone, alone, And the sea is mad. Mourning, mourning, Broken and strown, It nurseth the dead, The dead alone -- And my heart that is mad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBIRD by EMILY DICKINSON TO HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON A DREAM OF DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |