SHE moves on grandly 'twixt the sea and sky, Like some gigantic bird from foreign shore; Gray mist behind her and gray mist before, Riding upon the waters royally. Salt winds caress her, as they urge her by, And we who watch shall see her nevermore; For on she goes, to where the breakers roar Round some far coast we never may descry. So on Life's tide we meet an unknown soul, And catch a passing vision of its grace; Just seen, then vanished, leaving us to yearn With vain desire to follow to its goal The revelation of the radiant face -- Then heartsick to our solitude we turn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE ELF CHILD by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ENGLISH ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART (FIRST READING) by WILLIAM BLAKE ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX by ROBERT BURNS |