AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE. <br /> <br />As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, <br />Much musing on the track of terror past, <br />When o'er the dark wave rode the howling blast, <br />Pleased I look back, and view the tranquil tide <br />That laves the pebbled shore: and now the beam <br />Of evening smiles on the gray battlement, <br />And yon forsaken tower that time has rent:-- <br />The lifted oar far off with transient gleam <br />Is touched, and hushed is all the billowy deep! <br />Soothed by the scene, thus on tired Nature's breast <br />A stillness slowly steals, and kindred rest; <br />While sea-sounds lull her, as she sinks to sleep, <br />Like melodies that mourn upon the lyre, <br />Waked by the breeze, and, as they mourn, expire!<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-tynemouth-priory/
