ABREAST and ahead of the sea is a crag's front cloven asunder With strong sea-breach and with wasting of winds whence terror is shed As a shadow of death from the wings of the darkness on waters that thunder Abreast and ahead. At its edge is a sepulchre hollowed and hown for a lone man's bed, Propped open with rock and agape on the sky and the sea thereunder, But roofed and walled in well from the wrath of them slept its dead. Here might not a man drink rapture of rest, or delight above wonder, Beholding, a soul disembodied, the days and the nights that fled, With splendor and sound of the tempest around and above him and under, Abreast and ahead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW THE SOUND OF THE SEA; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |