APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN On a lone winter evening, when the frost 31 Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one, in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills. 5 GEORGE GORDON NOEL, LORD BYRON Apostrophe to the Ocean Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain. When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? 5 Thy waters wasted them while they were free And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable, save to they wild waves play 10 Time writes no wrinkles on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Calm or convulsed-in breeze or gale or storm 15 Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 20 25 Dark heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime The image of Eternity -the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime · The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy SPRING Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear; PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ENGLAND, 1792-1822 Spring And the Spring arose on the garden fair, The snowdrop, and then the violet, Arose from the ground with warm rain wet; And their breath was mixed with fresh odor, sent Then the pied windflowers and the tulip tall, Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess, And the hyacinth purple and white and blue, 33 10 15 20 And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, -From "THE SENSITIVE PLANT." 5 10 15 20 To a Skylark Hail to thee, blithe spirit! That from heaven, or near it, In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. TO A SKYLARK Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud 35 The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is over flowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour 5 10 15 20 With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; 25 |