Too soon the harbor light, uncaring, mocks The tragedy of marble face, of tangled hair; But the kind bosom of the ocean rocks All that is left of womanhood, once fair. Who knows the sorrow in the fast-closed eyes, The pain unspoken by the silent lips, The prayers unanswered by the far-off skies? A careless sea-wave through the soft hair swirls, Leaps ... splashes ... drips. Who knows the struggle ere the soul grew faint With desperate striving for the light of day? The moaning sea sobs with a weird and sorrowing plaint -- Requiem for the pitiful deserted human clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN A LETTER: A MANDARIN TO HIS WIFE by JESSIE MCINTOSH BROWN ON CHLORIS BEING ILL by ROBERT BURNS |