The humming sea is full of dirges Rung and tolled. The drifting sea beneath its surges Doth enfold Bones and skulls that once made sleep Flee from hearts impassioned deep; Flee from eyes that could not weep. They have lost their former spell -- Seaweeds cover them too well. And the lovers of these bones, Where they hear not the sea's dirges, Speak in quiet patient tones Of what lie beneath the surges -- She no more, they say, will feel The harsh turning of life's wheel. She no more will feel, they say, The sharp pinching of life's play. But the poor bones, tossed and tangled, Hearing those sea-dirges jangled, Mutter sadly, in their moving Tomb, of what they've lost. Ah! they moan -- that we again Might drive sleep away from men! Thus the tender thoughts of lovers Whom the warm sweet flesh still covers Differ from the thoughts of those Who have passed into repose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE RUTGERS COLLEGE HYMN by LOUIS BEVIER JR. A SUMMER NIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE THREE PLEASURES by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX ARTHUR MERVYN; A TALE OF SOCIAL GRIEVANCES: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by SAMUEL CARTER |