William Bell Scott
The Sea - Poem by William Bell Scott
These froward waves, we feign they try
To utter to us some mystery:
Such is the euphuistic game
We baffled poets follow.
Pantheistic? All the same,
Like the sounding cymbal hollow:—
We it is and not the sea
Long to speak out God's mystery:
Immense and world-old salt ocean,
With thy moon-adoring motion,
Thou hast nought to us to say,
We must speak and thou obey.
Comments about The Sea by William Bell Scott
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You