CONSIDER the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible -- The murmur of the earth's own shell. Secret continuance sublime Is the sea's end: our sight may pass No furlong further. Since time was, This sound hath told the lapse of time. No quiet, which is death's -- it hath The mournfulness of ancient life, Enduring always at dull strife. As the world's heart of rest and wrath, Its painful pulse is in the sands. Last utterly, the whole sky stands, Gray and not known, along its path. Listen alone beside the sea, Listen alone among the woods; Those voices of twin solitudes Shall have one sound alike to thee: Hark where the murmurs of thronged men, Surge and sink back and surge again -- Still the one voice of wave and tree. Gather a shell from the strown beach And listen at its lips: they sigh The same desire and mystery, The echo of the whole sea's speech. And all mankind is thus at heart Not any thing but what thou art: And Earth, Sea, Man, are all in each. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 9. AT STUDY by MARK AKENSIDE EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN |