ON AN HEADLAND OVERLOOKING THE SEA, BECAUSE IT WAS FREQUENTED BY A LUNATIC Is there a solitary wretch who hies To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow, And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes Its distance from the waves that chide below; Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs Chills his cold bed upon the mountain turf, With hoarse, half-utter'd lamentation, lies Murmuring responses to the dashing surf? In moody sadness, on the giddy brink, I see him more with envy than with fear; He has no nice felicities that shrink From giant horrors; wildly wandering here, He seems (uncursed with reason) not to know The depth or the duration of his woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY AN AUTOGRAPH (1) by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 55. ALLAH-AL-MATEEN by EDWIN ARNOLD MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |