O Sea, that to these grey and solemn shores <br />Dost pour thy plaint through all the circling years; <br />I would that to my ever-listening ears <br />Some spirit might translate thy language! Roars <br />The wave that spends its force against the rocks <br />That its assaults deride; a giant's pain <br />It voices! Soft dost thou complain <br />By pebbly beach to Summer's fields and flocks. <br />Tell'st thou of cities hid beneath thy breast? <br />Of famed Atlantis, known in story only? <br />Of sepulchres innumerable, where rest <br />The wrecks of ages, peacefully and lonely? <br />Tell why thou plaintest, melancholy sea! <br />And the sea answers, Hush, it may not be.<br /><br />Hiram Ladd Spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-77/
