Below the gardens and the darkening pines The living water sinks among the stones, Sinking yet foaming till the snowy tones Merge with the fog drawn landward in dim lines. The cloud dissolves among the flowering vines, And now the definite mountain-side disowns The fluid world, the immeasurable zones. Then white oblivion swallows all designs. But still the rich confusion of the sea, Unceasing voice, sombre and solacing, Rises through veils of silence past the trees; In restless repetition bound, yet free, Wave after wave in deluge fresh releasing An ancient speech, hushed in tremendous ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES TWELVE SONNETS: 4. LONELY SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE MAD SCULPTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 129 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE O WORLD, BE NOBLER! by LAURENCE BINYON TO CATULLUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |