There lies a lone isle in the tropic seas,— A mountain isle, with beaches shining white, Where soft stars smile upon its sleep by night, And every noonday fans it with a breeze. Here on a cliff, carved upward from the knees, Three uncouth statues of gigantic height, Upon whose brows the circling sea-birds light, Stare out to ocean over the tall trees. For ever gaze they at the sea and sky, For ever hear the thunder of the main, For ever watch the ages die away; And ever round them rings the phantom cry Of some lost race that died in human pain, Looking towards heaven, yet seeing no more than they. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HASTY PUDDING by JOEL BARLOW THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LOWEST PLACE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |