WHEN on the wave the breeze soft kisses flings, I rouse my fearful heart, and long to be Floating at leisure on the tranquil sea; But when the hoary ocean loudly rings, Arches his foamy back and spooming swings Wave upon wave, his angry swell I flee: Then welcome land and sylvan shade to me, Where, if a gale blows, still the pine-tree sings. Hard is his life whose nets the ocean sweep, A bark his house—shy fish his slippery prey; But sweet to me the unsuspicious sleep Beneath a leafy plane—the fountain's play, That babbles idly, or whose tones, if deep, Delight the rural ear and not affray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON MY BALD HEAD by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER AT FAREWELL by GEORGE W. BERGQUIST A HYMN OF TOUCH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |