Far on the sands, the low, retiring tide, In distant murmurs hardly seems to flow; And o'er the world of waters, blue and wide, The sighing summer-wind forgets to blow. As sinks the day-star in the rosy West, The silent wave, with rich reflection glows: Alas! can tranquil nature give me rest, Or scenes of beauty soothe me to repose? Can the soft lustre of the sleeping main, Yon radiant heaven, or all creation's charms, "Erase the written troubles of the brain," Which Memory tortures, and which Guilt alarms? Or bid a bosom transient quiet prove, That bleeds with vain remorse and unextinguish'd love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BURIED LADY by PAUL VALERY THE LITTLE MILLINER by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN |