Sea Shore Stanzas

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Title

Sea Shore Stanzas

Description

Methinks I fain would lie by the lone sea,
And hear the waters their music weave!
Methinks it were a pleasant thing to grieve,
So that our sorrows might companioned be
By that strange harmony
Of winds and billows, and the living sound
Sent down from heaven when the thunder speaks
Unto the listening shores and torrent creeks,
When the swoll'n sea doth strive to burst its bound!

Methinks, when tempests come and kiss the ocean,
Until the vast and terrible billows wake,
I see the writhing of that curled snake
Which men of old believed, and my emotion
Warreth within me, till the fable reigns
God of my fancy, and my curdling veins
Do homage to the serpent old
Which clasped the great world in its fold,
And brooded over earth and the unknown sea,
Like endless, restless, drear eternity.

Creator

Barry Cornwall

Source

1:3, p. 12

Date

1827.03.30

Collection

Citation

Barry Cornwall, “Sea Shore Stanzas,” Periodical Poets, accessed February 24, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/7.

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