Sonnet LXVI: The Night-Flood Rakes – Charlotte Smith
The night-flood rakes upon the stony shore;
Along the rugged cliffs and chalky caves
Mourns the hoarse
Ocean, seeming to deplore
All that are buried in his restless waves—
Mined by corrosive tides, the hollow rock
Falls prone, and rushing from its turfy height,
Shakes the broad beach with long-resounding shock,
Loud thundering on the ear of sullen Night;
Above the desolate and stormy deep,
Gleams the wan Moon, by floating mist oppress;
Yet here while youth, and health, and labour sleep,
Alone I wander—Calm untroubled rest,
“Nature’s soft nurse,” deserts the sigh-swollen breast,
And shuns the eyes, that only wake to weep!
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