Evermore the night wave beateth on,
Heavily dashing up the pebbled shore;
Evermore the silent stars look on;--
Evermore the spent wave draweth back
Hoarsely chiding pebbles down the shore;
Westward float the stars amid the rack:--
Will the night wind never cease to rave
In the pauses of the tumbling sea?
Every moment falls the same dull wave
Heavily dashing down continually;
Floateth on in discontinuous mass
Weary vapour over the dim sea;
Stars look downward as the blue gulphs pass
With a pale fixt lustre silently.
Time will go to sleep--
And the first eternal laws
Which the world in balance keep,
Wreck us by a pause;--
Rise, thou golden sun, from out the deep,--
Break the charm that lulls the universe to sleep.