THAISA fair, under the cold sea lying, Sleeps the long sleep denied to her by Earth; We, adding sighs unto the wild winds' sighing, With all our mourning under-mourn her worth: The white waves toss their crested plumes above her, Round sorrowing faces with the salt spray wet; All are her lovers that once learn'd to love her, And never may remember to forget; Shells for her pillow Amphitrite bringeth, And sad nymphs of the dank weed weave her shroud; Old Triton's horn her dirge to Ocean singeth, Whose misty caverns swell the echo loud; And, while the tides rock to and fro her bier, What was Thaisa lies entombed here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR |