I have heard the sea-wind sighing Where the dune-grasses grow, The sighing of the dying Where the salt tides flow. For where the salt tides flow The sullen dead are lifting Tired arms, and to and fro Are idly drifting. So through the grey dune-grasses Not the wind only cries, But a dim sea-wrought Shadow Breathes drownëd sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER |