He sits amid the ceaseless ebb and flow
Of human life, in multitudes alone,
And listens to their ceaseless monotone.
His sightless eyes see never to and fro
The hurrying waves in divers eddies go;
See not the shadows on that ocean thrown
By cliff-like, mocking walls of voiceless stone
Which shore the restless tides that sweep below.
Among them, yet not one of them, sits he
And sends his clear-toned music over all,
Charming the waves to music as they roll.
Even thus great thoughts sweep over life’s vast sea,
Along the shores of time, and the waves fall
And rise in rhythm under their control.
(Arthur Weir)
More Poetry from Arthur Weir:
Arthur Weir Poems based on Topics: Life, Time- The Spirit Wife (Arthur Weir Poems)
- Ode For The Queen's Jubilee. 1837-1887. (Arthur Weir Poems)
- Nelson's Appeal For Maisonneuve (Arthur Weir Poems)
- Dauntless (Arthur Weir Poems)
- Pere Brosse (Arthur Weir Poems)
- The Oak (Arthur Weir Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Life Poems, Time PoemsBased on Keywords: clear-toned, cliff-like