O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shadowing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin vapors break along the sand, Day's harbinger unfolds the liquid plain. The rude sea murmurs, mournful as the strain That love-lorn minstrels strike with trembling hand, While from their green beds rise the Siren band With tongues aerial to repeat my pain! The vessel rocks beside the pebbly shore, The foamy curls its gaudy trappings lave; Oh! Bark propitious! bear me gently o'er, Breathe soft, ye winds; rise slow, O! swelling wave! Lesbos; these eyes shall meet thy sands no more: I fly, to seek my lover, or my grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON STORM AT SEA (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |