Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)


Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea?

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  • Richard (1/10/2018 6:03:00 AM)

    Nice poem, I liked the words. Time is running out.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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