Aeolian Harp

O pale green sea,
With long, pale, purple clouds above -
What lies in me like weight of love ?
What dies in me
With utter grief, because there comes no sign
Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line ?

O salted air,
Blown round the rocky headland still,
What calls me there from cove and hill?
What calls me fair
From thee, the first-born of the youthful night,
Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight ?

O yellow Star,
Quivering upon the rippling tide -
Sendest so far to one that sigh'd?
Bendest thou, Star,
Above, where the shadows of the dead have rest
And constant silence, with a message from the blest?

by William Allingham

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What lies in me like weight of love? What dies in me With utter grief, because there comes no sign Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line? - - - - - -Those are lines that reverberate in the reader's heart. That is certainly how poetry is written.
With long, pale, purple clouds above, well penned
Quivering upon the rippling tide - Sendest so far to one that sigh'd? Bendest thou, Star, Above, where the shadows of the dead have rest And constant silence, with a message from the blest?
Lovely and soothing to the soul.
Such a superb poem by William Allimgham👍👍👍
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