DIM stars like snowflakes are fluttering in heaven, Down the cloud-mountains by wind-torrents riven; There are still chances, but one more than all Slowly burns out on the sea's dark wall -- The best ever given. One, the divinest, goes down to the dark, In a red sullen vanishing, a poor stifled spark. You, who have reason, were staring at this As though by your gaze it would clear the abyss -- It was once your sea-mark. Hear on the shore too the sighed monotones Of waves that in weakness slip past the purled stones; The seethe of blown sand round the dry fractured hull, Salt-reeds and tusked fence; hear the struck gull With death in his bones. Slow comes the net in, that's filled with frustration; Night ends the day of thwart discreation; I would be your miracle-worker, sad friend, Bid a music for you and a new star ascend, -- But I know isolation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TWELVE SONNETS: 7. PERFECT UNION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER |