Thursday, September 18, 2008

Break the Waves

"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


  1. Hmmm, that first stanza...I feel that way a lot. Great shot of the kids at land's end.

  2. looks like a stormy sea,

  3. What a special place! and made even more special by sharing with family.

  4. There is nothing like being near the sea!
    Karla & Karrie

  5. Your photo captures the spirit of the poetry perfectly!

  6. Nice moment of the faces to the sea's gentle spray...the 'huddle' reminds me how lovely it is to go through life not alone!

    bless you and yours
    mama to 6
    one homemade and 5 adopted

  7. 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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