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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE WAVE, by ROBERT FROST Poet's Biography
First Line: Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep
Last Line: Then the wave's short life is o'er.
Subject(s): Waves
First Line: Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep
Last Line: Then the wave's short life is o'er.
Subject(s): Waves
"Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep,
Sunken treasures neath me sleep
As I shoreward slowly sweep.
Onward peacefully I roll,
Ever thoughtless of the goal,
Sea-bells round me chime and toll.
There is peace above, below,
Far beneath me sea-weeds grow,
Tiny fish glide to and fro,
Now in sunlight, now in shade,
Lost within some ocean glade
By the restless waters made.
Pushing onward as before,
Now descry the distant shore,
Hear the breakers sullen roar;
Quicken then my rolling pace,
With glad heart I join the race
O'er the white-capp'd glittering space,
Thinking naught of woe or grief,
Dancing, prancing, like a leaf,
Caring not for cliff or reef.
Lo! black cliffs above me loom,
Casting o'er me awful gloom,
And fortell my coming doom.
O! that I might reach the land,
Reach and lave the sunny sand,
But these rocks on every hand --
Seem my joyous course to stay,
Rise and bar my happy way,
Shutting out the sun's bright ray.
I must now my proud crest lower
And the wild sea roam no more."
Hark! the crash and mighty roar,
Then the wave's short life is o'er.
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