Have I not felt the longing Then most intensely when the storm-steed rushes O'er the wild waves tumultuously thronging: Smiting their wan crests -scattering as he crushes- To stand on some lone rock; and hear from under Its caverned base the Ocean's melancholy thunder? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN ETERNITY by GRACE GRISWOLD BISBY THE ADIEU; WRITTEN .. THE IMPRESSION AUTHOR WOULD SOON DIE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |