RAINS have left the sea-blanks ill to climb: Waveward sinks the loosening seaboard's floor: Half the sliding cliffs are mire and slime. Earth, a fruit rain-rotted to the core, Drops dissolving down in flakes, that pour Dense as gouts from eaves grown foul with grime. One sole rock which years that scathe not score Stands a sea-mark in the tides of time. Time were even as even the rainiest clime, Life were even as even this lapsing shore, Might not aught outlive their trustless prime: Vainly fear would wail or hope implore, Vainly grief revile or love adore Seasons clothed in sunshine, rain, or rime. Now for me one comfort held in store Stands a sea-mark in the tides of time. Once, by fate's default or chance's crime, Each apart, our burdens each we bore; Heard, in monotones like bells that chime, Chime the sounds of sorrows, float and soar Joy's full carols, near or far before; Heard not yet across the alternate rhyme Time's tongue tell what sign set fast of yore Stands a sea-mark in the tides of time. Friend, the sign we knew not heretofore Towers in sight here present and sublime. Faith in faith established evermore Stands a sea-mark in the tides of time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL by ANACREON THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FABLE; ROME, 1875 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |