The glory floats up the radiant west While the ripples lisp low; The colors swim on the sea at rest As the children row Laughing into the sunset on a joyous quest With their nets in tow. The wrecked timbers drift up the shore's broad breast— How the gnarled spikes show! A torn ship's side rears its ragged crest As the gaunt ribs throw Aslant up the beach from the surges' wrest, Where the great whins grow. The scant grasses climb in their wandering quest Where the headboards show, To their lonely watch by the stranger guest. The colors faint slow. The moon looks down from the hemlock nest. The far lamp glows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR COUNTRY'S CALL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET |