On the sea
by John Keats
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousend Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often ’tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh, ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody –
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired.
Advertisements
What a beautiful photo.
LikeLike
Thank you! Since I was a child, I’ve always loved the sea 🙂
LikeLike
Wow! Breath-taking.
LikeLike
Thank you! The sea has always had a therapeutic effect on me.
LikeLike
An inspiring poem from Keats, love the lines … your eyeballs vexed and tired feast them upon the wideness 🙂 and how they fit so well with your scene 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you, the sea has always had a reassuring effect on me.
LikeLike
Mouth-gapingly awesome 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLike
kewl one 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you! I had to look up the word ‘kewl’ on the internet, I live and learn 🙂
LikeLike
mikeys slang here 🙂 a deritive of cool 🙂
LikeLike
So lovely.
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLike
Beautiful words and an awesome image.
LikeLike
An Awesome Photograph
LikeLike
Thank you 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person