HUGE, viewless ocean into which we cast Our passing words, and, as they sink away, An echo bubbles up upon the blast; Oh! could thy waves but vomit in their play Those unseen pearls which thou dost clasp so fast, And hang them at our ears washed in thy spray, What endless stores our casket, memory, Would brood on, and enjoy! But wherefore now Dost thou engulph our talk, and floodest by Uphurling clouds upon our moody brow? E'en when we dumbly muse sometimes a sigh Of bursting blossom, or hoarse groan from bough Break through thy foam, like Venus, ocean sprung, And to our ears upon the wind are swung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD by GABRIEL ROMANOVITCH DERZHAVIN ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER SONNET: 15 by RICHARD BARNFIELD SHREWSBURY NIGHT by CHARLES WARE BORDEN HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER by RUPERT BROOKE A YEAR'S SPINNING by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |