|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE WAVE, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep Last Line: Then the wave's short life is o'er. Subject(s): Waves | |||
"Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep, "Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep, Sunken treasures neath me sleep As I shoreward slowly sweep. Onward peacefully I roll, As I shoreward slowly sweep. Ever thoughtless of the goal, Onward peacefully I roll, Sea-bells round me chime and toll. Ever thoughtless of the goal, There is peave above, below, Sea-bells round me chime and toll. Far beneath me sea-weeds grow, Tiny fish glide to and fro, Now in sunlight, now in shade, There is peace above, below, Lost within some ocean glade Far beneath me sea-weeds grow, By the restless waters made. Tiny fish glide to and fro, Pushing onward as before, Now descry the distant shore, Now in sunlight, now in shade, Lost within some ocean glade Hear the breakers sullen roar; By the restless waters made. Quicken then my rolling pace, With glad heart I join the race Pushing onward as before, O'er the white-capp'd glittering space, Thinking naught of woe or grief, Now descry the distant shore, Dancing, prancing, like a leaf, Hear the breakers sullen roar; Caring not for cliff or reef. Lo! black cliffs above me loom, Quicken then my rolling pace, Casting o'er me awful gloom, With glad heart I join the race And foretell me coming doom. O'er the white-capp'd glittering space, O! that I might reach the land, Reach and lave the sunny sand, Thinking naught of woe or grief, But these rocks on every hand-- Dancing, prancing, like a leaf, Seem my joyous course to stay, Caring not for cliff or reef. Rise and bar my happy way, Shutting out the sun's bright ray. Lo! black cliffs above me loom, I must now my proud crest lower Casting o'er me awful gloom, and the wild sea roam no more." And fortell my coming doom. Hark! the crash and mighty roar, O! that I might reach the land, Then the wave's sport life is o'e Reach and lave the sunny sand, But these rocks on every hand -- Seem my joyous course to stay, Rise and bar my happy way, Shutting out the sun's bright ray. I must now my proud crest lower And the wild sea roam no more." Hark! the crash and mighty roar, Then the wave's short life is o'er. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE OREGON COAST; FOR WILLIAM STAFFORD by ROBERT BLY AT THE OCEAN HE STUDIES THE WAVES by STEPHEN DOBYNS NOVEMBER SURF by ROBINSON JEFFERS DOVER BEACH' - A NOTE TO THAT POEM by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH DOVER BEACH' - A NOTE TO THAT POEM by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |
| |