English Poetry. William Dean Howells. By the Sea. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.

William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс)

By the Sea

I walked with her I love by the sea,
The deep came up with its chanting waves,
Making a music so great and free
That the will and the faith, which were dead in me,
Awoke and rose from their graves.

Chanting, and with a regal sweep
Of their 'broidered garments up and down
The strand, came the mighty waves of the deep,
Dragging the wave-worn drift from its sleep
Along the sea-sands bare and brown.

"O my soul, make the song of the sea!"I cried.
"How it comes, with its stately tread,
And its dreadful voice, and the splendid pride
Of its regal garments flowing wide
Over the land!" to my soul I said.

My soul was still; the deep went down.
"What hast thou, my soul," I cried,
"In thy song?"  "The sea-sands bare and brown,
With broken shells and sea-weed strown,
And stranded drift," my soul replied.

William Dean Howells’s other poems:

1. Vision
2. The Song the Oriole Sings
3. In Earliest Spring
4. The Sarcastic Fair
5. The Two Wives

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Lewis Morris (Льюис Моррис) By the Sea (“A LITTLE country churchyard”)

George Evans (Джордж Эванс) By the Sea (“Bright skies of summer o’er the deep”)

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