I STOOD in twilight by the winter's sea; The spectral tides with hollow, hungry roar, Broke massed and mighty on the shrinking shore. The sea-birds wailed; the foam flew wild and free. Ruthless as fate, upborne victoriously, A fierce wind clove the billows urged afar With vengeful rhythm toward the western star, Just risen beyond a gaunt gray cypress tree. Then twilight waned in cloud-descending night, The sole star died, as if some phantom hand Wiped out its radiance; in the void profound The wind and waters (blended in one sound, Awful, mysterious), with invisible might Thrilled the blank heavens, and smote the affrighted strand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE |