Struggle
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea: Each second I’m new-born from some new grave.
Sidney Lanier’s other poems:
900
Struggle
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea: Each second I’m new-born from some new grave.
Sidney Lanier’s other poems:
900