Wild is the foaming sea! The surges roar! And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! On the rent rock the angry waves rebound; Ah me! the lessening bark is seen no more! Along the margin of the trembling shore, Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound, My storm-drenched limbs the flinty fragments wound, And o'er my bleeding breast the billows pour! Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strain To his swift bark; ye barbarous waves forbear! Taunt not the anguish of a lover's brain, Nor feebly emulate the soul's despair! For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vain Assail the breast, when passion rages there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |