Sark, fairer than aught in the world than the lit skies cover, Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover, Sark. We mourn, for love of a song that outsang the lark, That nought so lovely beholden of Sirmio's lover Made glad in Propontis the flight of his Pontiac bark. Here earth lies lordly, triumphal as heaven is above her, And splendid and strange as the sea that upbears as an ark, As a sigh for the rapture of storm-spent eyes to discover, Sark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON SHELLEY'S DEATH by ALFRED AUSTIN THE AVENUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |