X

THE sea is full of wandering foam, The sky of driving cloud; My restless thoughts among them roam . . . The night is dark and loud.

Where are the hours that came to me So beautiful and bright? A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . . O, dark and loud’s the night!

1876

XI To W. R.

THICK is the darkness— Sunward, O, sunward! Rough is the highway— Onward, still onward!

Dawn harbours surely East of the shadows. Facing us somewhere Spread the sweet meadows.

Upward and forward! Time will restore us: Light is above us, Rest is before us.

1876