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By some acknowledgment of thanks and praise,
THE SEA – IN CALM.
Look what immortal floods the sunset pours
What! is the Giant of the ocean dead,
CAPE-COTTAGE AT SUNSET.
We stood upon the ragged rocks,
When the long day was nearly done; The waves had ceased their sullen shocks,
And lapped our feet with murmuring tone, And o’er the bay in streaming locks
Blew the red tresses of the sun.
Along the West the golden bars
Still to a deeper glory grew; Above our heads the faint, few stars
Looked out from the unfathomed blue : And the far city's clamorous jars
Seemed melted in that evening hue.
O sunset sky! O purple tide!
O friends to friends that closer pressed ! Those glories have in darkness died,
And ye have left my longing breast. I could not keep you by my side,
Nor fix that radiance in the West.
Upon those rocks the waves shall beat
With the same low and murmuring strain,
The sunset rays shall seek the main ;
W. B. GLAZIER.
A SEA-SIDE WALK.
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory, — like the Princess weird, Who combating the Genius, scorched and seared, Uttered with burning breath, `Ho, victory!' And sank adown, an heap of ashes pale.
So runs the Arab tale.
The sky above us showed An universal and unmoving cloud, On which the cliffs permitted us to see Only the outlines of their majesty, As master-minds, when gazed at by the crowd: And shining with a gloom, the water gray
Swang in its morn-taught way.
A SEA-SIDE WALK.
Nor moon nor stars were out, They did not dare to tread so soon about, Though trembling in the footsteps of the sun. The light was neither night's nor day's, but one Which, lifelike, had a beauty in its doubt; And Silence's impassioned breathings round
Seemed wandering into sound.
O solemn-beating heart Of Nature! I have knowledge that thou art Bound unto man's by cords he cannot sever, — And what time they are slackened by him ever, So to attest his own supernal part, Still runneth thy vibration, fast and strong,
The slackened cord along.
For though we never spoke Of the gray water and the shaded rock, – Dark wave and stone, unconsciously, were fused Into the plaintive speaking that we used Of absent friends and memories unforsook ; And, had we seen each other's face, we had Seen, haply, each was sad.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.