The tide was dark an' heavy with the burden that it bore, I heard it talkin', whisperin', upon the weedy shore: Each wave that stirred the sea-weed was like a closing door, 'Tis closing doors they hear at last who hear no more, no more, My Grief, No more! The tide was in the salt sea-weed, and like a knife it tore, The hoarse sea-wind went moaning, sooing, moaning o'er and o'er, The wild sea-heart was brooding deep upon its ancient lore, I heard the sob, the sooing sob, the dying sob at its core, My Grief, Its core! The white sea-waves were wan and grey its ashy lips before; The whirled spume between its jaws in floods did seaward pour— O whisperin' weed, O wild sea-waves, O hollow baffled roar, Since one thou hast, O dark dim Sea, why callest thou for more, My Grief, For more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BURIED LADY by PAUL VALERY THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER TALL NETTLES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |