A WANDERER o'er the sea-graves ever green, Whereon the foam-flowers blossom day by day, Thou flittest as a doomful shadow gray That from the wave no sundering light can wean. What wouldst thou from the deep unfathomed glean, Frail voyager? and whither leads thy way? Or art thou, as the sailor legends say, An exile from the spirit-world unseen? Lo! desolate, above a colder tide, Pale Memory, a sea-bird like to thee, Flits outward where the whitening billows hide What seemed of Life the one reality, -- A mist whereon the morning bloom hath died, Returning, ghost-like, to the restless sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SPRING IN THE ALPS by MATHILDE BLIND A SICK-BED by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |