WHAT being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That here personal tells off these heart-song powerful peals? -- A bush-browed, beetle-browed billow is it? With a south-westerly wind blustering, with a tide rolls reels Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen underneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. . . . . . . . . Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE |