Largo In the morning I saw three great ships Almost motionless Becalmed on an infinite horizon. The clatter of waves up the beach, The grating rush of wet pebbles, The loud monotonous song of the surf, All these have soothed me And have given My soul to rest. At noon I shall see waves flashing, White power of spray. The steamers, stately, Kick up white puffs of spray behind them. The boiling wake Merges in the blue-black mirror of the sea. One eye of the sun sees all: The world, the wave, my heart. I am content. In the afternoon I shall dream a dream Of islands beyond the horizon. White clouds drift over the sky, Frigates on a long voyage. In the evening a mute blue stillness Clutches at my heart. Stars sparkle upon the tips of my fingers. Mystical hush, Fire in the darkness; The breaking of dreams. But in the morning I shall see three great ships Almost motionless Becalmed on an infinite horizon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE 1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S DEPARTURE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY TO F - (MRS. FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD) by EDGAR ALLAN POE |