O'er the dim breast of ocean's wave Night spreads afar her gloomy wings, And pensive thought, and silence brings, Save when the distant waters lave; Or when the mariner's lone voice Swells faintly in the passing gale, Or when the screaming sea-gulls poise O'er the tall mast and swelling sail, Bounding the gray gleam of the deep, Where fancied forms arouse the mind, Dark sweep the shores, on whose rude steep Sighs the sad spirit of the wind. Sweet is its voice upon the air At evening's melancholy close, When the smooth wave in silence flows! Sweet, sweet the peace its stealing accents bear! Blest be thy shades, O Night! and blest the song Thy low winds breathe the distant shores along! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY QUATORZAINS: 3. RIVULETS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO NATURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PSALM OF CONFESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |