I feel the swinging human sea, I hear the calling human tide, The hail of mortal mystery Where all the deeps abide. The tangled surf and surge of men, The sweep of men, the rise and fall Of souls that clash and clash again, Impetuously they call. Oh, plunge with me! and feel the waves Beneath and over and around, The blended lives of saints and knaves, The toss of sense and sound. Lie on the billows, float and rest, Merge in the universal man, Or rolling swell or leaping crest, Without a name or plan. Oh, bath of human brotherhood! What salty vigors it applies! How rubs away the deadened good, And newly purifies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AT HAWTHORNE'S GRAVE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE WATERS OF LETHE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON HIS HEAD WERE MANY CROWNS by MATTHEW BRIDGES |