The wind is rising on the sea, The windy white foam-dancers leap; And the sea moans uneasily, And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep. Ridge after rocky ridge uplifts Wild hands, and hammers at the land, Scatters in liquid dust, and drifts To death among the dusty sand. On the horizon's nearing line, Where the sky rests, a visible wall, Grey in the offing, I divine The sails that fly before the squall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) ODES I, 5 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PSALM 23. DOMINUS REGIT ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 2; DONE AUGUST 8, 1653 - TERZETTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HOMUNCULUS IN PENUMBRA by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE NOVEL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |