LONE, lone On tossing seas, Under the hoar and seamèd cliff And wintry trees That from the cliff's height vex the cloud With vain imploring. Lone, lone On the violent seas. This solitary Tide-tormented, This wind-harried hollow rock Where nothing grows But weeds and lank trees of late bud, This stony island Of all forsaken save wing, wind and flood Long ago. ... There is no sea Bright, gay, But washes night and day, night and day, A lonely Isle where no change is nor forgetting, But memory Of what long since, long since has been And will be never again. The senses' waves Storm up unresting, Many-winged, many-tongued desires Throng clamouring, And nothing grows; Comes no bird nesting. But the loud winds and fierce waves Storm everlasting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL |