Con moto ondeggiante The tide makes music At the foot of the beach; The waves sing together Rumble of breakers. Ships there are swaying, Into the distance, Thrum of the cordage, Slap of the sails. The tide makes music At the foot of the beach; Low notes of an organ 'Gainst the dull clang of bells. The tide's tense purple On the untrodden sand: Its throat is blue, Its hands are gold. The tide makes music: The tide all day Catches light from the clouds That float over the sky. Ocean, old serpent, Coils up and uncoils; With sinuous motion, With rustle of scales. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH THE SEEKERS by LUCIA TREVITT AURYANSEN SONNET: 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PEACE ON EARTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS |