THE fog's gray curtain round me draws, And leaves no world to me Save this swift drama of the stirred And restless sea. Forth of the shrouding fog they roll, As from a viewless world, Leap spectral white, and, pausing, break, In thunder hurled. Ever they climb and cling anew, Slide from the smooth rock wall, With thin white fingers grip the weeds And seaward crawl. In rhythmic rote o'er shivering sands They glide adown the shore With murmurous whispering of "Hush!" And then no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUINES OF TIME by EDMUND SPENSER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |