Along the faint shores of the foamless gulf I see pale lilies droop, wan roses fall, And Silence stilling the uplifted wave. And in the movement of the uplifted wave, And ere the rose fall, or the lily breathe, Silence becomes a lonely voice, like hers, Venilia's, who when love was given wings And far off flight, mourned ceaseless as a dove, Till bitter Circe made her but a voice Still lingering as a fragrance in dim woods When on the gay wind swims the yellow leaf. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON CHARACTERS: MR. AND MRS. EDWARDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART TO THE EARL OF CLARE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |