A WANDERER o'er the sea-graves ever green, Whereon the foam-flowers blossom day by day, Thou flittest as a doomful shadow gray That from the wave no sundering light can wean. What wouldst thou from the deep unfathomed glean, Frail voyager? and whither leads thy way? Or art thou, as the sailor legends say, An exile from the spirit-world unseen? Lo! desolate, above a colder tide, Pale Memory, a sea-bird like to thee, Flits outward where the whitening billows hide What seemed of Life the one reality, -- A mist whereon the morning bloom hath died, Returning, ghost-like, to the restless sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SMOKE by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS AURORA by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) HOME'S A NEST by WILLIAM BARNES STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON |