WHAT being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That here personal tells off these heart-song powerful peals? -- A bush-browed, beetle-browed billow is it? With a south-westerly wind blustering, with a tide rolls reels Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen underneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. . . . . . . . . Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' by JOANNA BAILLIE A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS |