HEARKEN, thou craggy ocean pyramid! Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowls' screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When, from the sun, was thy broad forehead hid? How long is't since the mighty power bid Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams? Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams, Or when grey clouds are thy cold coverlid. Thou answer'st not; for thou art dead asleep; Thy life is but two dead eternities-- The last in air, the former in the deep; First with the whales, last with the eagle-skies-- Drown'd wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep, Another cannot wake thy giant size. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS RETALIATION by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE LAST REVIEW by EMILY J. BUGBEE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AMONG THE FERNS by EDWARD CARPENTER |