THE girl who from her father's door Sees the cold storm-cloud sweep the sea, Cries, wrestling with her anguish sore, My love! my love! ah, where is he? And locks her fears within her breast, Sickening; while 'neath the breath-less blaze He lies, and dreams, in broken rest, Of homely faces, -- happier days. But when a calm is on the deep, And scarcely from the quivering blue, The waves' soft murmur, half asleep, Speaks hope that he is well, and true: The brave ship sinks to rise no more Beneath the thunderous surge; and he, A pale corpse floating on the sea, Or dashed like seaweed on the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |