Daily Whitman

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FANCIES AT NAVESINK
[IV]  Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning

  Last of ebb, and daylight waning,
  Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,
  With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
  Many a muffled confession—many a sob and whisper'd word,
  As of speakers far or hid.

  How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!
  Poets unnamed—artists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost designs,
  Love's unresponse—a chorus of age's complaints—hope's last words,
  Some suicide's despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and
      never again return.

  On to oblivion then!
  On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
  On for your time, ye furious debouche!

 

Posted on 23/09/2015, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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