PERCHANCE, far out at sea, thou may'st have found Some lean, bald cliff -- a lonely patch of ground, Alien amidst the waters: -- some poor Isle Where summer blooms were never known to smile, Or trees to yield their verdure -- yet, around That barren spot, the dimpling surges throng, Cheering it with their low and plaintive song, And clasping the deserted cast-away In a most strict embrace -- and all along Its margin, rendering freely its array Of treasured shell and coral. Thus we may Note love in faithful woman; oft among The rudest shocks of life's wide sea she shares Man's lot, and more than half his burden bears Around whose path are flowers, strewn by her tender cares. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON TWO VOICES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GOOD-BYE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HUGH STUART BOYD: LEGACIES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SONG (3) by THOMAS CAMPION |