"Ten thousand miles of mobile sea -- This sea of all seas blent as one Wide, unbound book of mystery, Of awe, of sibyl prophecy, Ere yet a ghost or misty ken Of God's far, first beginning when Vast darkness lay upon the deep." "He looked to heaven, God; but she Saw only his face and the sea." "Aye, day is done, the dying sun Sinks wounded unto death tonight; A great, hurt swan, he sinks to rest, His wings all crimson blood his breast! With wide, low wings, reached left and right, He sings, and night and swan are one -- One huge, black swan of Helicon." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON ISN'T IT TRUE! by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |