Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 29, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Sonnet XXII; Wild is the Foaming Sea

by Mary Darby Robinson  (1758 – 1800).

Sonnet XXII: Wild Is the Foaming Sea

Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar!
And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round!
On the rent rock the angry waves rebound;
Ah me! the less’ning bark is seen no more!
Along the margin of the trembling shore,
Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound,
My storm-drench’d limbs the flinty fragments wound,
And o’er my bleeding breast the billows pour!
Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strain
To his swift bark; ye barb’rous waves forbear!
Taunt not the anguish of a lover’s brain,
Nor feebly emulate the soul’s despair!
For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vain
Assail the breast, when passion rages there!

Notes:
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/robinson/biography.html
http://www.chawton.org/library/biographies/robinson.html

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