Andromeda, and Other Poems/The Tide Rock

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3940321Andromeda, and Other Poems — The Tide RockCharles Kingsley

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.