IN dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships; And gold doubloons, that from the drowned hand fell, Lie nestled in the ocean-flower's bell With love's old gifts, once kissed by long-drowned lips; And round some wrought gold cup the seagrass whips, And hides lost pearls, near pearls still in their shell, Where sea-weed forests fill each ocean dell And seek dim sunlight with their restless tips. So lie the wasted gifts, the long-lost hopes Beneath the now hushed surface of myself, In lonelier depths than where the diver gropes; They lie deep, deep; but I at times behold In doubtful glimpses, on some reefy shelf, The gleam of irrecoverable gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE QUATORZAINS: 6. A FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 12. SALVUM ME FAC by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |