George Essex Evans

(18 June 1863 – 10 November 1909 / London, England)

A Grave By The Sea - Poem by George Essex Evans

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 about A Grave By The Sea by George Essex Evans

  • Susan Williams (6/27/2017 2:34:00 PM)


    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 (6/27/2017 1:59:00 PM)


    Old graves! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (6/27/2017 6:58:00 AM)


    A very beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (6/27/2017 6:29:00 AM)


    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. - - - -A great tribute to a noble heart who lives by his noble work.
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  • (6/27/2017 3:04:00 AM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/27/2017 2:37:00 AM)


    A very good poem. Image filled, and we'll penned. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (6/27/2017 1:54:00 AM)


    Who fought in silence and alone,
    Who in his weakness was so strong
    Some pass and perish with their breath;
    .He dies, but passes not away..... //.... A great tribute to a holy man who lived and died for others.
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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/27/2017 1:48:00 AM)


    Enjoyed reading this piece.. Thanks for posting. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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