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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PINES, by MARY HOPE CABANISS First Line: By day or night the chanting of the sea Last Line: Can hold my heart, but pines bring peace to me. | |||
By day or night the chanting of the sea Can hold my heart, yet stir to vague unrest, As if old gods came forth and called to me, Awaking haunting memories in my breast; But when I hear the music of the pines Touched by the errant winds with soft caress, Amid dark majesty of rising lines Their whispered hope can comfort and can bless. Through scented isles beneath their solemn height The sunlight pours in streams of sifted gold, Until the stars are woven with the night A canopy of glory to unfold. By day or night the chanting of the sea Can hold my heart, but pines bring peace to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE WORD OF SUMMER by ELSA BARKER MEDITATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE REVERIE IN A CLASSROOM by DOROTHY LAUD BROWN FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 3D SERIES: PRELUDE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MOTHER'S LAMENT [FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON] by ROBERT BURNS A LETTER, ON HIS DEPARTURE FORM LONDON; TO R.L., ESQ. by JOHN BYROM |
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