As musing pensive in my silent home I hear far off the sullen ocean's roar, Where the rude wave just sweeps the level shore, Or bursts upon the rocks with whitening foam, I think upon the scenes my life has known; On days of sorrow, and some hours of joy; Both which alike time could so soon destroy! And now they seem a busy dream alone; While on the earth exists no single trace Of all that shook my agitated soul, As on the beach new waves for ever roll And fill their past forgotten brother's place: But I, like the worn sand, exposed remain To each new storm which frets the angry main. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN |