Watchers beside sea water wear a calm. In every port such tragedies are born Through unrelenting nights, such hands forlorn Beat the brass heavens for a healing balm! Lonely in city streets as a stripped palm In redwood forests, these still watchers pass; Alien as pansies in the meadow grass, The sea born bear the movement of a psalm. I would not dare to speak a wanton word To these still faces, for I know the roar Of wind-stung water on a sharpened shore; The deadly undertow that drags unheard. Speak softly the pale watchers of the sea, -- They hold strange concourse with immensity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE IVORY GATE; LOVE-IN-IDLENESS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE STATESMEN by AMBROSE BIERCE THE DRUNKEN DESPERADO by BAIRD BOYD LAND, HO! by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AUTUMN SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |