29.07.2007, 18:25
As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,
Much musing on the track of terror past,
When o'er the dark wave rode the howling blast,
Plased I look back, and view the tranquil tide,
That laves the pebbled shore; and now the beam
Of evening smiles on the gray battlement,
And yon forsaken tower that time has rent: -
The lifted oar far off with silver gleam
Is touched, and the hushed billows seem to sleep!
Soothed by the scene, even thus on sorrow's breast
A kindred stillness steals, and bids her rest;
Whilst sad airs stilly sigh along the deep,
Like melodies which mourn upon the lyre,
Waked by the breeze, and as they mourn, expire.
Much musing on the track of terror past,
When o'er the dark wave rode the howling blast,
Plased I look back, and view the tranquil tide,
That laves the pebbled shore; and now the beam
Of evening smiles on the gray battlement,
And yon forsaken tower that time has rent: -
The lifted oar far off with silver gleam
Is touched, and the hushed billows seem to sleep!
Soothed by the scene, even thus on sorrow's breast
A kindred stillness steals, and bids her rest;
Whilst sad airs stilly sigh along the deep,
Like melodies which mourn upon the lyre,
Waked by the breeze, and as they mourn, expire.