O Sea! thy waves are cold and dark, Thy voice is hoarse and wild, And thou dost toss my little bark On which this morn you smiled. Yes, thou didst sparkle gay and smile, As if beneath thy waves There lay no victims to thy guile In deep and tearless graves. But yet, O Sea! I knew that thou Wert treacherous before I wrinkled thy inviting brow With my reluctant oar. I called thee no endearing name, Nor praised thee with my lyre, For well I knew if thou wert tame 'Twas but with smothered ire. Then toss, O haughty Sea! thy crest, I little reck or care— I'll slumber calmly on thy breast And dream securely there. In love I never trusted thee, Although my life I lend, For thou art false, O angry Sea! But not a faithless friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |