A Grave By The Sea Poem by George Essex Evans

A Grave By The Sea

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No white cloud sails the lonely sky,
Thro’ the gaunt trees no breezes sigh,
Thro’ the lush grass no fall of feet;
No song of bird in all the land,
But, floating faintly, dreamily,
The distant dirge of waves that beat
In discontent upon the sand.
Here, where all Nature seems aswoon,
Time, languid as a summer stream,
Drifts down the sweet soft afternoon;
And Death, discrowned of terror, brings
Surcease to souls that wake not soon,
And casts above Life’s fevered dream
Cool shadows of Immortal Wings.

Here, by the old graves overgrown,
A bare mound, without wreath or stone,
Marks where he sleeps ’mid grasses long,
Who sought not things that others seek,
Who fought in silence and alone,
Who in his weakness was so strong
And in his strength so weak.

The shining years shall glide and go,
The human tides shall ebb and flow,
And Love make sweet the days to be,
And Death make smooth the brow of pain,
But no such heart again shall glow,
And no such friend shall come to me
Thro’ all the cycles that remain.

Some pass and perish with their breath;
He liveth yet and quickeneth,
As scent of roses on the wind
Recalls the bygone summer’s day;
He leaves this side the seas of Death,
The fragrance of a noble mind:
He dies, but passes not away.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 27 June 2017

Enjoyed reading this piece.. Thanks for posting.

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Kayode Are 27 June 2017

Very beautiful poem to a noble mind by a noble man. I like the manner the personality of one in the grave came alive in the lines.

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Chinedu Dike 16 October 2022

Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem

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Susan Williams 27 June 2017

The shining years shall glide and go, The human tides shall ebb and flow, And Love make sweet the days to be, And Death make smooth the brow of pain, But no such heart again shall glow, And no such friend shall come to me Thro’ all the cycles that remain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -These lines could have been the entire poem- - WoW do they ever carry impact. That is how writers want to write and if these were the only lines that we would be remembered for, we would die happy.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 June 2017

Old graves! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Paul Silver 27 June 2017

A very beautiful poem.

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