O waters great! What mysteries thy hidden depths conceal! Yes, many humbly come to thy generous shrine to kneel And beg a solace there so sweet to quench the weighted heart— Welcoming the joy of peace that thy secret doth impart. O father of waters! How mighty are thy hungry waves! Yea, many crouch in obeisance to be thy lasting slaves; Anguished tears and broken hearts impatiently implore For thy sweet sleep that thou alone canst give for ever-more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE DISCOURAGING by DANIEL CHAUNCEY BREWER THE INCUNABULUM'S TALE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB IVAN IVANOVITCH by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A VISION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |