Recollection

A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping

A silken mantle o’er its jagged sides;

And silvery, seething waters softly lapping

Through gulfs and channels hollow’d by the tides:

A lime-cliff overhead, o’erhanging grimly,

A dash of sunlight on its breast of snow;

The white line of the breakers, stretching dimly

Along the narrow sea-beach down below:

The grey waste of the waters, with one slender,

Glimmering, golden ripple far away;

The haze of summer twilight, sweet and tender,

Veiling the fair face of the dying day:

The measured plash of surf upon the shingle,

The ceaseless gurgle through the rocks and stones;

No sound of struggling human life, to mingle

With those mysterious and eternal tones!

No sound-no sound,-a hungry sea-mew only

Breaking the stillness with her little cry;

And the low whisper, when ’tis all so lonely,

Of soft south breezes as they wander by:-

I see it all; sweet dreams of it are thronging

In full floods back upon my weary brain;

To-night, in my dark chamber, the old longing

Almost fulfils its very self again.

The dying sunbeams, on the far waves glinting,

Come like warm kisses to my lips and brow,

Soothing my spirit-all its grey thoughts tinting

With tender shades of golden colour now.

Alone and still, I sit, and think, and listen,

Looking out westward o’er the darkening sea;

My seat the boulder, where the spray-drops glisten;

The tall, white cliffs my regal canopy.

And, as I sit, the fretting cares and sorrows,

Weighing so heavy when the work is done,

The gloomy yesterdays and dim to-morrows,

They slip away and vanish one by one,-

Slip backward to the world that lies behind me,

Every by sinful footsteps overtrod;

And in this unstain’d world leave nought to bind me,

This sweet world, fillèd with the peace of God!

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• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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