Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Twilight Musings

by Charlotte Allen

TWILIGHT MUSINGS.

Would I were on the "dark blue sea,"
In some proud barque, triumphantly
Careering o'er the ocean's breast,
Like a lone bird in search of rest.
Who that hath gazed upon the deep,
When every billow seemed asleep,
And watched the broad expanse of ocean,
When scarce a zephyr was in motion,
But what hath felt his pulses bound
With rapture at the scene around!
I love the sea! its foamy crest,
Its free and undulating breast,
Its coral grots, its sun lit caves,
Its wild and lofty swelling waves.
Its mirrored surface in a calm,
When its very quiet throws a charm
Around the boundless, liquid scene,
Not unlike a Poet's dream.
The billow's dash I love to hear,
It comes like music on my ear;
The swelling notes of the ocean's song,
In pealing forth, grow loud and strong,
Till they become a deafening roar,
And send their sounds from shore to shore.
Is there one of earth's own daughters,
Who hath ever been upon the waters,
Either in a storm or in a quiet,
When the winds were asleep, or when they riot,
But what hath felt admiring awe
Expand her bosom at what she saw.
'T is a glorious sight at dawn of day,
When the dimpling waters sportive play,
To view the sun in his splendor rise,
From the ocean's depth to gild the skies.
I love the sea! its misty spell,
Its thousand charms that 'round it dwell.
Oh! who hath sailed upon the ocean,
But what hath felt the heart's devotion,
More deep, more strong, more ardent glow,
When gazing round, above, below.
'T is a holy thought to feel that He,
Who created all the things which be,
Should have a care of every soul,
O'er all the globe, from pole to pole,
That the little barque on the ocean's breast,
Should be, with His watchful guidance blest!