On to the beach the quiet waters crept: But, though I stood not far within the land, No tidal murmur reach'd me from the strand. The mirror'd clouds beneath old Arran slept. I look'd again across the watery waste: The shores were full, the tide was near its height, Though scarcely heard: the reefs were drowning fast, And an imperial whisper told the might Of the outer floods, that pressed into the bay, Though all besides was silent. I delight In the rough billows, and the foam-ball's flight: I love the shore upon a stormy day; But yet more stately were the power and ease That with a whisper deepened all the seas. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MONA LISA by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS |