Along the faint shores of the foamless gulf I see pale lilies droop, wan roses fall, And Silence stilling the uplifted wave. And in the movement of the uplifted wave, And ere the rose fall, or the lily breathe, Silence becomes a lonely voice, like hers, Venilia's, who when love was given wings And far off flight, mourned ceaseless as a dove, Till bitter Circe made her but a voice Still lingering as a fragrance in dim woods When on the gay wind swims the yellow leaf. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT THE MUSICAL CONQUERERS by PHILIP AYRES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |