"Break, Break, Break"
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill:
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Photo: Lava beach at Yaquina Head Lighthouse
Hmmm, that first stanza...I feel that way a lot. Great shot of the kids at land's end.
ReplyDeletelooks like a stormy sea,
ReplyDeleteWhat a special place! and made even more special by sharing with family.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like being near the sea!
ReplyDeleteKarla & Karrie
Your photo captures the spirit of the poetry perfectly!
ReplyDeleteNice moment of the faces to the sea's gentle spray...the 'huddle' reminds me how lovely it is to go through life not alone!
ReplyDeletebless you and yours
Kimmie
mama to 6
one homemade and 5 adopted
if you like to garden I'd like to invite you over to my blog to join the seed exchange I'll be hostessing there.
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