When wintry tempests agitate the deep, On some lone rock I love to sit reclined; And view the sea-birds on wild pinions sweep, And hear the roaring of the stormy wind, That, rushing through the caves with hollow sound, Seems like the voices of those viewless forms Which hover wrapped in gloomy mist around, Directing in their course the rolling storms. Then, Melancholy! thy sweet power I feel, For there thine influence reigns o'er all the scene; Then o'er my heart thy "mystic transports" steal, And from each trifling thought my bosom wean. My raptured spirit soars on wing sublime Beyond the narrow bounds of space or time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS MERLIN AND THE GLEAM by ALFRED TENNYSON ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS PORTRAIT SONNETS: 4 by HENRY BELLAMANN ARS GUBERNANDI by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |