MY earliest memories to thy shores are bound, Thy solemn shores, thou ever-chanting main! The first rich sunsets, kindling thought profound In my lone being, made thy restless plain As the vast, shining floor of some dread fane, All paved with glass and fire. Yet, O blue deep! Thou that no trace of human hearts dost keep, Never to thee did love with silvery chain Draw my soul's dream, which through all nature sought What waves deny, -- some bower of @3steadfast@1 bliss, A @3home@1 to twine with fancy, feeling, thought, As with sweet flowers. But chastened hope for this Now turns from earth's green valleys, as from thee, To that sole changeless world, where "there is no more sea." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE A MORNING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SONG OF THE SAVOYARDS by HENRY AMES BLOOD HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER by RUPERT BROOKE |