O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above-- What lies in me like weight of love? What dies in me With utter grief, because there comes no sign Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line? O salted air, Blown round the rocky headland still, What calls me there from cove and hill? What calls me fair From thee, the first-born of the youthful night, Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight? O yellow Star, Quivering upon the rippling tide-- Sendest so far to one that sigh'd? Bendest thou, Star, Above, where the shadows of the dead have rest And constant silence, with a message from the blest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SINCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE SONG OF THE FOREIGN-BORN by ROBERT EMMET CARROLL |