English poetry

Poets Biographies Poems by Themes Random Poem
The Rating of Poets The Rating of Poems

Poem by Thomas Campbell

Lines on the View from St. Leonards

HAIL to thy face and odors, glorious Sea!
T were thanklessness in me to bless thee not,
Great, beauteous Being! in whose breath and smile
My heart beats calmer, and my very mind
Inhales salubrious thoughts. How welcomer
Thy murmurs than the murmurs of the world!
Though like the world thou fluctuatest, thy din
To me is peace, thy restlessness repose.
Even gladly I exchange yon spring-green lanes
With all the darling field-flowers in their prime,
And gardens haunted by the nightingales
Long trills and gushing ecstasies of song,
For these wild headlands, and the sea-mews clang.

With thee beneath my windows, pleasant Sea,
I long not to oerlook earths fairest glades
And green savannahs,earth has not a plain
So boundless or so beautiful as thine;
The eagles vision cannot take it in;
The lightnings wing, too weak to sweep its space,
Sinks half-way oer it like a wearied bird;
It is the mirror of the stars, where all
Their hosts within the concave firmament,
Gay marching to the music of the spheres,
Can see themselves at once.
                            Nor on the stage
Of rural landscape are there lights and shades
Of more harmonious dance and play than thine.
How vividly this moment brightens forth,
Between gray parallel and leaden breadths,
A belt of hues that stripes thee many a league,	
Flushed like the rainbow, or the ringdoves neck,
And giving to the glancing sea-birds wing
The semblance of a meteor.
                            Mighty Sea!
Chameleon-like thou changest, but there s love
In all thy change, and constant sympathy
With yonder Sky,thy mistress; from her brow
Thou takst thy moods and wearst her colors on
Thy faithful bosom; mornings milky white,
Noons sapphire, or the saffron glow of eve;
And all thy balmier hours, fair Element,
Have, such divine complexion, crispéd smiles,
Luxuriant heavings, and sweet whisperings,
That little is the wonder Loves own Queen
From thee of old was fabled to have sprung,
Creations common! which no human power
Can parcel or enclose; the lordliest floods
And cataracts that the tiny hands of man
Can tame, conduct, or bound are drops of dew
To thee, that couldst subdue the earth itself,
And brookst commandment from the heavens alone
For marshalling thy waves.
                            Yet, potent Sea!
How placidly thy moist lips speak even now
Along yon sparkling shingles. Who can be
So fanciless as to feel no gratitude
That power and grandeur can be so serene,
Soothing the home-bound navys peaceful way,
And rocking even the fishers little bark
As gently as a mother rocks her child?

The inhabitants of other worlds behold
Our orb more lucid for thy spacious share
On earths rotundity; and is he not
A blind worm in the dust, great Deep, the man
Who sees not, or who seeing has no joy
In thy magnificence? What though thou art
Unconscious and material, thou canst reach
The inmost immaterial minds recess,
And with thy tints and motion stir its chords
To music, like the light on Memnons lyre!
The Spirit of the Universe in thee
Is visible; thou hast in thee the life,
The eternal, graceful, and majestic life
Of nature, and the natural human heart
Is therefore bound to thee with holy love.
Earth has her gorgeous towns; the earth-circling sea
Has spires and mansions more amusive still,
Mens volant homes that measure liquid space
On wheel or wing. The chariot of the land
With pained and panting steeds and clouds of dust
Has no sight-gladdening motion like these fair
Careerers with the foam beneath their bows,
Whose streaming ensigns charm the waves by day,	
Whose carols and whose watch-bells cheer the night,
Moored as they cast the shadows of their masts
In long array, or hither flit and yond
Mysteriously with slow and crossing lights,
Like spirits on the darkness of the deep.

There is a magnet-like attraction in
These waters to the imaginative power
That links the viewless with the visible,
And pictures things unseen. To realms beyond
Yon highway of the world my fancy flies,
When by her tall and triple mast we know
Some noble voyager that has to woo
The trade-winds and to stem the ecliptic surge.
The coral groves,the shores of conch and pearl
Where she will cast her anchor and reflect
Her cabin-window lights on warmer waves,
And under planets brighter than our own;
The nights of palmy isles, that she will see
Lit boundless by the fire-fly,all the smells
Of tropic fruits that will regale her,all
The pomp of nature, and the inspiriting
Varieties of life she has to greet,
Come swarming oer the meditative mind.

True, to the dream of fancy Ocean has
His darker tints; but where s the element
That checkers not its usefulness to man
With casual terror? Scathes not Earth sometimes
Her children with Tartarean fires, or shakes
Their shrieking cities, and, with one last clang
Of bells for their own ruin, strews them flat
As riddled ashes,silent as the grave?
Walks not contagion on the air itself?
I should old Oceans saturnalian days
And roaring nights of revelry and sport
With wreck and human woe be loath to sing;
For they are few, and all their ills weigh light
Against his sacred usefulness, that bids
Our pensile globe revolve in purer air.
Here morn and eve with blushing thanks receive
Their freshening dews, gay fluttering breezes cool
Their wings to fan the brow of fevered climes,
And here the spring dips down her emerald urn
For showers to glad the earth.
                            Old Ocean was,
Infinity of ages ere we breathed
Existence, and he will be beautiful
When all the living world that sees him now
Shall roll unconscious dust around the sun.
Quelling from age to age the vital throb
In human hearts, death shall not subjugate
The pulse that swells in his stupendous breast,	
Or interdict his minstrelsy to sound
In thundering concert with the quiring winds;
But long as man to parent nature owns
Instinctive homage, and in times beyond
The power of thought to reach, bard after bard
Shall sing thy glory, BEATIFIC SEA.

Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell's other poems:
  1. Napoleon and the British Sailor
  2. Chaucer and Windsor
  3. The Harper
  4. Poland
  5. Gilderoy

Poem to print Print


Last Poems

To Russian version


English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru