There lies a lone isle in the tropic seas,— A mountain isle, with beaches shining white, Where soft stars smile upon its sleep by night, And every noonday fans it with a breeze. Here on a cliff, carved upward from the knees, Three uncouth statues of gigantic height, Upon whose brows the circling sea-birds light, Stare out to ocean over the tall trees. For ever gaze they at the sea and sky, For ever hear the thunder of the main, For ever watch the ages die away; And ever round them rings the phantom cry Of some lost race that died in human pain, Looking towards heaven, yet seeing no more than they. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A HUNDRED COLLARS by ROBERT FROST ANDREA DEL SARTO (CALLED THE FAULTLESS PAINTER) by ROBERT BROWNING ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE |