In all the wide unrest that is the sea, Where glint of starlight mocks the dark-lined deep And mourning tides forever onward sweep, One quiet Thing holds death's austerity. The waters lift a somber lid and flee To shape a grave where none may come to weep; Where starkness broods, and icy depths will keep The sunken Treasure guarded tirelessly. There is no grave so wide and deep as this, Nor any eyes so cold as these bright stars That look on blindly. In its vast abyss The Ocean seals in ageless ebon jars The prize of death, to hoard with avarice Behind the soundless dark of final bars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY CHAMPAGNE, 1914-1915 by ALAN SEEGER SONNET: 129 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN |