Andromeda, and Other Poems/The Tide Rock
THE TIDE ROCK.
HOW sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done, With broad bright side beneath the broad bright sun, Like sea-nymph tired, on cushioned mosses sleeping. Yet, nearer drawn, beneath her purple tresses From drooping brows we find her slowly weeping. So many a wife for cruel man's caresses Must inly pine and pine, yet outward bear A gallant front to this world's gaudy glare.