WAVES majestic, Rising, seething, Foaming, crashing; Pools of molten gold Poured upon fluid chrysoprase. A bird, solitary, Speeding darkly, dips the curling crests; Rising, seething, Foaming, crashing; Vast silences beyond. Expand oh! soul, hold infinitude! Spacious tranquillity Calmly silvering into night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |