WIND and wave and the swinging rope Were calling me last night; None to save and little hope, No inner light. Each snarling lash of the stormy sea Curled like a hungry tongue. One desperate splash -- and no use to me The noose that swung! Death reached out three crooked claws To still my clamoring pain. I wheeled about, and Life's gray jaws Grinned once again. To sea I gazed, and then I turned Stricken toward the shore, Praying half-crazed to a moon that burned Above your door. And at your door, you discovered me; And at your heart, I sobbed . . . And if there be more of eternity Let me be robbed. Let me be clipped of that heritage And burned for ages through; Freed and stripped of my fear and rage -- But not of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA NOVEMBER STARS by SARA TEASDALE LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |