Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Seaconnet at MidnightGeorge Shepard Burleigh (18211903)
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Their ponderous coils, a slow, majestic weight,
Strong without rage, without convulsion great,
Like the calm breathing of some giant thing
Lifting a continent on the measured swing
Of his broad bosom. The dim cliffs dilate
In gloomy grandeur, and plunge down to sate
Their caverned jaws in this wide weltering,
As if they too were riding, like the ships,
Fixed to their moorings only! Black alike
The sea that climbs and sullen crag that dips,—
Save where they meet and crumble more than strike;
There pallid gleams illume their foaming lips,
Making the darkness wan as moonlight in eclipse!