O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine, <br />Then might I in that summer sea <br />Seek for a slumber sound as thine, <br />Beneath thy rock of Leucady. <br />But though the waves, with death's control, <br />Might still the fever in each vein, <br />Alas! they cannot drown my soul, <br />The citadel of all my pain. <br />This weary, wretched, restless strife <br />I cannot bear—I cannot flee;— <br />'Tis more than death—'tis all of life— <br />And parcel of Eternity.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-by-the-seaside-i/
