BREAK, BREAK, BREAK! BREAK, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, oh! for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. ALFRED TENNYSON. TO A WAVE. LIST! thou child of wind and sea, And the waters never sleep! TO A WAVE. Thou, perchance, the storm hast aided Wave! now on the golden sands, Mournful wave! I deemed thy song While the brave and fair were dying, Hast thou seen the hallowed rock Where the pride of kings reposes, Crowned with many a misty lock, 61 Wreathed with sapphire, green, and roses? Or with joyous, playful leap, Hast thou been a tribute flinging Up that bold and jutty steep, Pearls upon the south wind stringing? Faded wave! a joy to thee, Now thy flight and toil are over! O! may my departure be Calm as thine, thou ocean-rover! When this soul's last pain or mirth On the shore of time is driven, Be its lot like thine on earth, To be lost away in heaven! J. O. ROCKWELL. THE VOICE OF THE SEA. VOICE of the mighty sea! There is glory in thy sound, Like the call of distant lands, From an hundred thousand tongues! Voice of the mighty sea! Thy whisper is a storm; THE VOICE OF THE SEA. A hurricane thy majesty, Arrayed in awful form. Voice of the mighty sea! The mariners call aloud; Each to his God doth bow the knee, Down, down in thy surgy caves Must the hapless wanderers be Voice of the mighty sea! There is ONE can quell thine ire, And bid thine agony Of wrath in calm expire. He hath slept in thy maddest storm, When He bore a mortal form Peace, babbler, 'tis thy God! 63 BENJAMIN GOUGH. THE VOICE OF THE WAVES. ANSWER, ye chiming waves, That now in sunshine sweep! Speak to me from thy hidden caves, Voice of the solemn deep! Hath man's lone spirit here With storms and battle striven? Where all is now so calmly clear, Hath anguish cried to heaven? Then the sea's voice arose Like an earthquake's undertone: "Mortal! the strife of human woes Where hath not Nature known? "Here to the quivering mast Despair hath wildly clung; The shriek upon the wind hath passed, The midnight sky hath rung. "And the youthful and the brave, With their beauty and renown, To the hollow chambers of the wave In darkness have gone down. |