Pallidly sleeping, the Ocean's mysterious daughter Lies in the lee of the boulder that shattered her charms; Dawn rushes over the level horizon of water And touches to flickering crimson her face and her arms, While every scale in that marvelous tail Quivers with colour like sun on a Mediterranean sail. Could you not keep to the ocean that lulls the Equator, Soulless, immortal, and fatally fair to the gaze, Or were you called to the North by an ecstasy greater Than any you knew in those ancient and terrible days When all your delight was to flash on the sight Of the wondering sailor and lure him to death in the watery night? Was there, perhaps, on the deck of some faraway vessel A lad from New England whose fancy you failed to ensnare? Who, born of this virtuous rock, and accustomed to wrestle With beauty in all of its forms, became your despair, And awoke in your breast a mortal unrest That dragged you away from the South to your death in the cold Northwest? Pallidly sleeping, your body is shorn of its magic, But Death gives a soul to whatever is lovely and dies. Now the Ocean reclaims you again, lest a marvel so tragic Remain to be mocked by our earthly and virtuous eyes, And reason redeems already what seems Only a fable like all of our strange and beautiful dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD |