I HER brave sea-bulwarks builded strong No tides uproot, no storms appal; By sea-blown tamarisks the throng Of idlers pace her broad sea-wall; Rain-plashed the long-lit pavements gleam; Still press the gay groups to and fro; Dark midnight deepens; on they stream; The wheels, the clattering horses go. II But that wave-limit close anear, Which kissed at morn the children's play, With dusk becomes a phantom fear, Throws in the night a ghostly spray: O starless waste! remote despair! Deep-weltering wildness, pulsing gloom! As tho' the whole world's heart was there, And all the whole world's heart a tomb. III Eternal sounds the waves' refrain; "Eternal night,"they moan and say, "Eternal peace, eternal pain, Press close upon your dying day. Who, who at once beyond the bound, What world-worn soul will rise and flee, Leave the crude lights and clamorous sound, And trust the darkness and the sea?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD MELANCHOLIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER THE WOOD WITCH by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: MY TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |