Friday, January 3, 2003

By The Seaside Comments

Rating: 2.9

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;
Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,
Only a heaving of the deep survives,
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William Wordsworth
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* Sunprincess * 16 September 2015

....a wonderful poem with a beautiful ending ★

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Ramesh T A 16 September 2015

Nature poet Wordsworth's yet another poem immerses in the healing waves of sea well!

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Seema Jayaraman 16 September 2015

the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest aren't we all seeking our nests..

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 September 2015

Soothing recompence with the muse of nature. Nice piece.

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David Wood 16 September 2015

A delightful poem from a master poet.

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Gajanan Mishra 16 September 2015

thoughts are heard in heaven, it is real..

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Rahman Henry 16 September 2015

our thoughts are 'heard' in heaven. Beautiful poem. Like it.

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Brian Jani 13 May 2014

Nice poem bravo c

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