O'er the dim breast of ocean's wave Night spreads afar her gloomy wings, And pensive thought, and silence brings, Save when the distant waters lave; Or when the mariner's lone voice Swells faintly in the passing gale, Or when the screaming sea-gulls poise O'er the tall mast and swelling sail, Bounding the gray gleam of the deep, Where fancied forms arouse the mind, Dark sweep the shores, on whose rude steep Sighs the sad spirit of the wind. Sweet is its voice upon the air At evening's melancholy close, When the smooth wave in silence flows! Sweet, sweet the peace its stealing accents bear! Blest be thy shades, O Night! and blest the song Thy low winds breathe the distant shores along! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON |