SILENT, I sat within the boat, The earth and sea were still; The mist wrapped softly, fold on fold, O'er wood, and dale, and hill: Dim shone the moon, and far away The sea lay waste and bare; Low-wailing Ossian's ghost did float Across the water drear. And wailing low, my weary heart, Sighed from its inner deep: Oh Love, that I could lay me down Upon thy breast, and sleep! Oh Love, thou art the cradle, thou, To rock the heart to rest; Oh Love, thou art the fountain, thou With waters cool and blest. Where art thou, Love? Oh, loud I call! Life's dust and heat they lie Upon my wings, and drag them down: Oh, hear me where I sigh! So sadly did the moon look down, Sadly she seemed to sigh: Yea, where is Love? and where is rest? Shrill did the sea-mew cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD INSCRIPTION IN NETHER STOREY CHURCH IN MEMORY OF RICHARD CAMPLIN by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE TWICKENHAM AIR by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB LITTLE GOTTLIEB'S CHRISTMAS by PHOEBE CARY THE SPIRIT OF THE AGES by ALICE CARTER COOK |