GREY woods within whose silent shade The ocean voice is dimly known: Where undisturbed the violets fade, And roses perish overblown. Calm rests the wave against the beach: Calm rocks the wave-bird on its tide, And calmer in their heaven than each, The gleaming bands of sunset ride. Soon will the ripple move again: Soon will the shorelark flute its song: And in sweet emphasis of pain The rock-dove mourn the cliffs along. Sweet shall resound the curlew's wail, New sails come sweeping up the sea. But all the ships that ever sail Will bring no comfort home to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON THE FOUR ZOAS: THE SONG OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE |