When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth, evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AN ISLAND by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF 'SALLY IN OUR ALLEY' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |