LIFE swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. And reach the shore, Sweetheart. Beat back the backward-thrusting sea. Thy weak white arm his blows may thwart. Christ buffet the wild surge for thee Till thou 'rt ashore, Sweetheart. Ah, now thy face grows dim apace, And seems of yon white foam a part. Canst hear me through the water-bass, Cry: "To the Shore, Sweetheart?" Now Christ thee soothe upon the Shore, My lissome-armed sea-Britomart. I sweep out seaward, never more To find the Shore, Sweetheart. PRATTVILLE, ALABAMA, December, 1867. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE WHAT DO I CARE by SARA TEASDALE |