At sea! my bark--at sea! With the winds, and the wild clouds and me; The low shore soon Will be down with the moon, And none on the waves but we! . . . On! on! with a swoop and a swirl, High over the clear waves' curl; Under thy prow, Like a fairy, now, Make the blue water bubble with pearl! E. ARNOLD. [From The Forsaken Merman.] COME, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, When gusts shake the door; We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A pavement of pearl. Singing: "Here came a mortal, But faithless was she! And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea." But children, at midnight, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright seaweed The ebb-tide leaves dry. We will gaze, from the sand-hills, At the white, sleeping town; At the church on the hill-side— And then come back down. Singing: "There dwells a loved one, But cruel is she! She left lonely for ever The kings of the sea." MATTHEW ARNOLD. [From Dover Beach.] HE sea is calm to-night. THE The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;-on the French coast the light Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land, Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Ægæan, and it brought Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. M. ARNOLD. [From A Southern Night.] THE sandy spits, the shore-lock'd lakes, The soft Mediterranean breaks At my feet, free. M. ARNOLD. [From The Future.] 'HE stars come out, and the night-wind THE Brings up the stream Murmurs and scents of the infinite sea. M. ARNOLD. [From The New Sirens.] THE howling levels Of the deep. M. ARNOLD. [From Switzerland-To Marguerite.] HE unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea. THE M. ARNOLD. [From The Human Tragedy, Act ii.] UT when a sunny sevennight had passed, BUT Up from the south there came a trailing cloud, And in its train an ever-rising blast, That soon was singing high in sail and shroud And as it waxed, the sky grew overcast, Lurid and low ;-whereat the breakers proud Curved their strong crests, flung up their forelocks hoar, And, madly rearing, plunged towards the shore. And still as waned the day the wrathful ocean Then swiftly hidden with fringed shrouds of white. And where the sun would have been seen to set, |