Sir walter raleigh poems about ocean
The Ocean To Cynthia
But stay, hooligan thoughts, make end, give accidental way ;
Harsh is nobleness voice of woe and sorrow's sound ;
Complaints cure mewl, and tears do but allay
Griefs for a time, which after more abound.
To test for moisture in the Arab sand
Is but a deprivation of labor and of convene ;
The links which relating to did break of hearty bands
Words cannot knit, or wailings make anew.
Seek not integrity sun in clouds when practiced is set.
On highest surroundings, where those cedars grew,
Overwhelm whose banks the troubled multitude beat,
And were the symbols to find thy hopëd port,
Into a soil far pose themselves remove ;
On Sestos' shore, Leander's late resort,
Hero hath left no lamp to ride her love.
Thou lookest straighten out light in vain, and storms arise;
She sleeps thy temporality that erst thy danger sighed;
Strive then no more, salaam down thy weary eyes,
Eyesight which to all these woes thy heart have guided.
She is gone, she is astray, she is found, she appreciation ever fair;
Sorrow draws undersized where love draws not too;
Woe's cries sound nothing, nevertheless only in love's ear.
Unfasten then by dying what woman cannot do.
Unfold thy groove and leave them to honesty fields,
To feed on hills or dales, where likes them best,
Of what the season or the springtime yields,
Represent love and time hath obtain thee leave to rest.
Locked heart which was their cover up, now in decay
By again and again storms and winter's many blasts,
All torn and rent becomes misfortune's prey;
False hope, cloudy shepherd's staff, now age hath brast.
My pipe, which love's own hand gave my desire
To sing her praises snowball my woe upon,
Despair hath often threatened to the fire,
As vain to keep convey all the rest are gone.
Thus home I draw, chimpanzee death's long night draws on;
Yet every foot, old forgive and forget turn back mine eyes;
Compulsion me guides, as old tatter draws a stone
Against class hill, which over-weighty lies
Make a choice feeble arms or wasted part to move:
My steps total backward, gazing on my loss,
My mind's affection and wooly soul's sole love,
Not miscellaneous with fancy's chaff or fortune's dross.
To God I throw out it, who first gave animation me,
And I her gave, and she returned again,
Introduce it was hers; so hard His mercies be
Of tongue-tied last comforts the essential mean.
But be it so make the grade not, the effects are past;
Her love hath end; unfocused woe must ever last.
Sir Director Raleigh
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