Low, I listen in my grave For the silence soon to be When a slow-receding wave, Hushed, is memory. Now the falling of a tear Or the breathing half-suppressed Or a sigh, re-echoed here, Holds me from my rest. O ye breakers of the past From the never-resting deep, On the coast of slumber cast, Cease, and let me sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLANKED WHITEFISH by CARL SANDBURG MOTHER AND SON by KAREN SWENSON THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |