LIFE swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. And reach the shore, Sweetheart. Beat back the backward-thrusting sea. Thy weak white arm his blows may thwart. Christ buffet the wild surge for thee Till thou 'rt ashore, Sweetheart. Ah, now thy face grows dim apace, And seems of yon white foam a part. Canst hear me through the water-bass, Cry: "To the Shore, Sweetheart?" Now Christ thee soothe upon the Shore, My lissome-armed sea-Britomart. I sweep out seaward, never more To find the Shore, Sweetheart. PRATTVILLE, ALABAMA, December, 1867. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE ANOTHER REAPER by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III THY DREAMS ARE THE DEEDS OF MEN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE WILLIAM TELL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. NEARER THAN EVER NOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |