O NEWPORT! chosen sweetheart of the sea, Wooed by the waves at each returning tide; The strong rocks guard thee, lest thou daintily Shouldst, slipping 'twixt their crags, flee as his bride. O waves! that beat upon a hopeless shore, That ask and call, and, weeping, turn again, So shall you rise and fall forevermore, Nor even time shall bring you joy for pain. Within the silent chamber of my heart It is as with the city and the sea; For Fate is strong, and holds me still apart From one who hopes, and, trusting, waits for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY |