On some rude fragment of the rocky shore, Where on the fractured cliff the billows break, Musing, my solitary seat I take, And listen to the deep and solemn roar. O'er the dark waves the winds tempestuous howl; The screaming sea-bird quits the troubled sea: But the wild gloomy scene has charms for me, And suits the mournful temper of my soul. Already shipwreck'd by the storms of Fate, Like the poor mariner, methinks, I stand, Cast on a rock; who sees the distant land From whence no succour comes -- or comes too late. Faint and more faint are heard his feeble cries, 'Till in the rising tide the exhausted sufferer dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BASE DETAILS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |