III Written at Scarborough Aug

III
Written at
Scarborough
Augt 1799 [1] 

As musing pensive in my silent home
I hear far off the sullen ocean's roar,
Where the rude wave just sweeps the level shore,
Or bursts upon the rocks with whitening foam;
I think upon the scenes my life has known,5
On days of sorrow, and some hours of joy,
Both which alike time could so soon destroy!
And now they seem a busy dream alone,
While on the earth exists no single trace
Of all that shook my agitated soul;10
As on the beach new waves for ever roll,
And fill their past forgotten brother's place;
But I, like the worn sand expos'd remain
To each new storm which frets the angry main.

Notes

[1] EDITOR'S NOTE: "Written at Scarborough Augt 1799" is printed in Psyche, with Other Poems (dated August, 1799) and Mary (dated August 1796). A letter from Tighe to her mother situates the Tighes in Scarborough on July 24, 1796 (PRONI MS D/2685), but they may have gone several times. The illustration depicts the ruins of Scarborough Castle on the rocky promontory overlooking the harbor. BACK

Exports

JSON What's this?
As you're browsing RC, you might see small buttons scattered on various pages. These buttons let you download that page's content in a ready-to-use data file! Learn more on our RC Data page.