DID pangs of grief for lenient time too keen, Grief that devouring waves had caused, or guilt Which they had witnessed -- sway the man who built This Homestead, placed where nothing could be seen, Nought heard, of ocean troubled or serene? A tired Ship-soldier on paternal land, That o'er the channel holds august command, The dwelling raised, -- a veteran Marine. He, in disgust, turned from the neighbouring sea To shun the memory of a listless life That hung between two callings. May no strife More hurtful here beset him, doomed though free, Self-doomed, to worse inaction, till his eye Shrink from the daily sight of earth and sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW |