The sea laments with unappeasable Hankering wail of loss, Lifting its hands on high and passing by Out of the lovely light: No foambow any more may crest that swell Of clamorous waves which toss; Lifting its hands on high it passes by From light into the night. Peace, peace, thou sea! God's wisdom worketh well, Assigns it crown or cross: Lift we all hands on high, and passing by Attest: God doeth right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA by ANDREW LANG THE CHERRY TREES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SHE BEGINING TO STUDY PHISICK ... FALLS INTO A DEGRESSION ON ANATOMY by JANE BARKER DEEP SUMMER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |