Often for me between the shade and splendour Ceos and Tenedos at dawn were grey; Welling of waves, disconsolate and tender, Sighed on the shore and waited for the day. Then till the bridegroom from the east advancing Smote him a waterway and flushed the lawn, God with sweet strength, with terror, and with trancing, Spake in the purple mystery of dawn. Oh what a speech, and greater than our learning! Scarcely remembrance can the joy renew: What were they then, the sights of our discerning, Sorrows we suffer, and the deeds we do? Lo every one of them was sunk and swallowed, Morsels and motes in the eternal sea; Far was the call, and farther as I followed Grew there a silence round the Lord and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |