BEYOND the light-house, standing sentinel Just where the line of earth and ocean meet, The foam-crowned rollers slowly rose and fell Upon the low reef with a murmurous beat. And sweeping far away, like rippled gold, Lay the wide bosom of the restless sea, Where a brave ship down to the sky-line rolled, Bearing afar the one most dear to me. Slowly the broad moon dipped into the west, And for a moment hung the waves above; While borne along the ocean's lighted breast The stout ship swiftly 'fore the strong wind drove. Right in the sinking sphere she sailed at last, Her tall sails bearing her right bravely on; Out flashed a radiance, gilding hull and mast, And in a moment ship and moon were gone. And seeing this, my heart grew glad and light. Though storms may roar along the restless main, I know there is a limit to their might, And I shall have my sweetheart's kiss again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL |