@3O ROCKY the islet And narrow the sand That twice a day only Leads back to the land!@1 . . . Our Seer, the net-mender, The day that he died Looked out to the seaward At ebb of the tide. Gulls drove like the snow Over bight, over barn, As he sang to the ebb On the rock Lindisfarne: "Twain and twain only, At Death and at Birth, Are the tides of the day That man spends upon Earth. Hail, thou blue ebbing! The breakers are gone From the stormy coast-islet Bethundered and lone! Hail, thou wide shrinking Of foam and of bubble -- The reefs are laid bare And far off is the trouble! For through this retreating As soft as a smile, The isle of the flood Is no longer an isle. . . "By the silvery isthmus Of the sands that uncover, Now feet as of angels Come delicate over -- The fluttering children Flee happily over! To the beach of the mainland Return is now clear, The old travel thither Dry-shod, without fear. . . "And now, at the wane, When foundations expand, Doth the isle of my soul, Lindisfarne, understand She stretcheth to vastness Made one with the land!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND THE OLD MAN AND JIM by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DAMAETAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FIRST LOVE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. ETERNAL HUNGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |