The chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east; Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound; And black and gloomy, like my cheerless breast, Frowns the dark pier and lonely sea-view round. Yet a few months -- and on the peopled strand Pleasure shall all her varied forms display; Nymphs lightly tread the bright reflecting sand, And proud sails whiten all the summer bay: Then, for these winds that whistle keen and bleak, Music's delightful melodies shall float O'er the blue waters; but 'tis mine to seek Rather, some unfrequented shade, remote From sights and sounds of gaiety[.] -- I mourn All that gave me delight -- Ah! never to return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 54 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG WRITTEN, AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, UNDER A .. PICTURE by RICHARD BARNFIELD DIAL-THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |