The monstrous sea could well engulf the land, Mere islands in its flood, the continents lie. Forever with a wild barbaric cry, It beats against the barriers of the strand, In night's dark halls, lit up from Hesperus' brand. A million more bright lamps could swing on high. O'er half the earth the dust of deserts fly, And bury blooming flowers beneath their sand. Even so from birth until our last long breath, Absence assails our beating hearts' frail shore, And laughs to see love's moments wash away. Since life and love are battled so by death, By voids, deserts and seas in conflict sore, Why go we separate through the so short day? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THEN LAUGH by BERTHA ADAMS BACKUS A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS |