It is not only when the sea is dark and chill and desolate I hear the singing of the queen who lives beneath the ocean: Oft have I heard her chanting voice when noon swings wide his golden gate, Or when the moonshine fills the wave with snow-white mazy motion. And some day will it hap to me, when the black waves are leaping, Or when within the breathless green I see her shell-strewn door, The fatal bells will lure me where my seadrown'd death lies sleeping Beneath the slow white hands of her who rules the sunken shore. For in my heart I hear the bells that ring their fatal beauty, The wild, remote, uncertain bells that chant their dim to-morrow; The lonely bells of sorrow, the bells of fatal beauty, From lonely heights within my heart tolling their lonely sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 25, ASKING FOR HER HEART (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |