Low, I listen in my grave For the silence soon to be When a slow-receding wave, Hushed, is memory. Now the falling of a tear Or the breathing half-suppressed Or a sigh, re-echoed here, Holds me from my rest. O ye breakers of the past From the never-resting deep, On the coast of slumber cast, Cease, and let me sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE CHRIST TO HIS SPOUSE by WILLIAM BALDWIN TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |