A Sea-Side Walk
We walked beside the sea,
After a day which perished silently
Of its own glory---like the Princess weird
Who, bating the Genius, scorched and seared,
Uttered with burning breath, Ho! victory!
And sank adown, an heap of ashes pale;
So runs the Arab tale.
The sky above us showed
An universal and unmoving cloud,
On which, the cliffs permitted us to see
Only the outline of their majesty,
As master-minds, when gazed at by the crowd!
And, shining with a gloom, the water grey
Swang in its moon-taught way.
Nor moon nor stars were out.
They did not dare to tread so soon about,
Though trembling, in the footsteps of the sun.
The light was her nights nor days, but one
Which, life-like, had a beauty in its doubt;
And Silences impassioned breathings round
Seemed wandering into sound.
O solemi
Of nature! I have knowledge that thou art
Bound unto mans by cords he ot sever---
And, what time they are slaed by him ever,
So to attest his own supernal part,
Still ruhy vibration fast and strong,
The slaed cord along.
For though we never spoke
Of the grey water anal the shaded rock,---
Dark wave and stone, unsciously, were fused
Into the plaintive speaking that we used,
Of absent friends and memories unforsook;
And, had we seen each others face, we had
Seen haply, each was sad.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning