WAVE unto shore in an embrace Doth ever rue; The dawn to cheer the wild-flower's face Distils the dew. The wind of evening makes its moan To cypress-tree; To terebinth the turtle low Plains mournfully. When all save grief hath found repose, The moon doth speak, And to the dormant waves disclose Her pallid cheek. Sophia, thy white dome doth seem To greet blue heaven; And pensively the heaven's calm dream To God is given. Or dove or rose, or wave or tomb, Or rock or tree; All here below hath somewhere room Itself to free; But I, alone, am all alone, And there is naught Save, Hellespont, thy sombre tone Gives back my thought! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN |