Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE, by BERNARD BARTON Poet's Biography First Line: Since summer invites you to visit once more Last Line: Those joys which on you in reality wait. Alternate Author Name(s): Quaker Poet Subject(s): Seashore; Vacation; Beach; Coast; Shore | ||||||||
SINCE Summer invites you to visit once more The haunts she most loves on the ocean's cool shore, Where billows are foaming, and breezes are free, Accept at our parting one farewell from me. I can easily picture the pleasures in view, Because before now I have shar'd them with you; But unable this season to taste them again, I must feast on such pleasures as flow from my pen. Let fancy then give me what fate has denied, And grant me at seasons to roam by your side; Nor will I repine while remembrance can be Still blest with the moments I've spent by the sea. The ramble at morning, when morning first wakes, And the sun through the haze like a beacon-fire breaks; Illuming to sea-ward the billows's white foam, And tempting the loiterer ere breakfast to roam. The stroll after breakfast, when all are got out; The saunter, the lounge, and the looking about: The search after shells, and the eye glancing bright, If cornelian, or amber, should come in its sight. Nor must I forget the last ramble at eve, When the splendours of day-light are taking their leave, When the sun's setting beams, with a tremulous motion, Are reflected far off on the bosom of ocean. This, this is the time, when I think I have found The deepest delight from the scenery round: There's a freshness in morning's enjoyments, but this Brings with it a feeling of tenderer bliss. I remember an evening, though years are gone by, Since that evening was spent: to my heart and my eye It is present, by memory's magical power, And reflects back its light on this far distant hour. 'Twas an evening the loveliest that Summer had seen, The sky was unclouded, the ocean serene: The sun's setting beams so resplendently bright, On the billows were dancing like streamers of light. So soothing the sounds were, which faintly I heard, They were sweeter than notes of the night-loving bird; And so peaceful the prospect before me, it seem'd Like a scene of delight of which fancy had dream'd. There's a pensive enjoyment the pen cannot paint; There are feelings which own that all language is faint; And such on that eve to my heart were made known, As I mus'd by the murmuring billows alone. But enough.May your sea-side excursion fulfil Every hope you have form'd, be those hopes what they will; And may I, although absent, in fancy create Those joys which on you in reality wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS EASTERN LONG ISLAND by MARVIN BELL THE WIND IS BLOWING WEST by JOSEPH CERAVOLO IF SOMETHING SHOULD HAPPEN by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER EMPTIES INTO THE GULF by LUCILLE CLIFTON GEOGRAPHY AS WARNING by MADELINE DEFREES POWER FAILURE by MADELINE DEFREES BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON |
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