THE sea was breaking at my feet, And looking out across the tide, Where placid waves and heaven meet, I thought me of the Other Side. For on the beach on which I stood Were wastes of sands, and wash, and roar, Low clouds, and gloom, and solitude, And wrecks, and ruins -- nothing more. "O, tell me if beyond the sea A heavenly port there is!" I cried, And back the echoes laughingly "There is! there is!" replied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE ON A FAN by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS JANUARY FULL MOON, YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |