SEE where she stands, on the wet sea-sands, Looking across the water: Wild is the night, but wilder still The face of the fisher's daughter. What does she there, in the lightning's glare, What does she there, I wonder? What dread demon drags her forth In the night and wind and thunder? Is it the ghost that haunts this coast?-- The cruel waves mount higher, And the beacon pierces the stormy dark With its javelin of fire. Beyond the light of the beacon bright A merchantman is tacking; The hoarse wind whistling through the shrouds, And the brittle topmasts cracking. The sea it moans over dead men's bones, The sea it foams in anger; The curlews swoop through the resonant air With a warning cry of danger. The star-fish clings to the sea-weed's rings In a vague, dumb sense of peril; And the spray, with its phantom-fingers, grasps At the mullein dry and sterile. O, who is she that stands by the sea, In the lightning's glare, undaunted?-- Seems this now like the coast of hell By one white spirit haunted! The night drags by; and the breakers die Along the ragged ledges; The robin stirs in his drenched nest, The hawthorn blooms on the hedges. In shimmering lines, through the dripping pines, The stealthy morn advances; And the heavy sea-fog straggles back Before those bristling lances. Still she stands on the wet sea-sands; The morning breaks above her, And the corpse of a sailor gleams on the rocks-- What if it were her lover? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT [1583] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK TO THEOPHILE GAUTIER by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE PSALM 85 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |