Wind and Wave
o, when I hear at sea
The water on our lee,
I fancy that I hear the wind
That combs my hemlock tree:
But when beneath that tree
I listen eagerly,
I seem to hear the rushing wave
I heard far out at sea.
More poems by Charles Warren Stoddard
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Albatross
Time cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale
Batter the network of thy feathered mail,
Lone sentry of the deep! … -
The Cocoa-Tree
Cast on the water by a careless hand,
Day after day the winds persuaded me:
Onward I drifted till a coral tree … -
The Royal Mummy to Bohemia
Wherefore these revels that my dull eyes greet?
These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet;
The harpers, harping vainly at my ears …