Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Analysis of the poem
The poet is looking at the ocean and wishing he knew how to express
his grief. He sees a fisherman's kid hanging out with his sister, and
he hears a sailor singing, but they don't cheer him up – they just
remind him of the "voice that is still," or the voice of his dead friend
that he can't talk to anymore. The ocean waves keep breaking on the
beach, and time keeps marching on, but the speaker can't go back in time
to when his friend was still alive.
The poem shows the importance of friend and the death of friend has deeply affected on the mind of readers. The poet cannot get calm by watching sea but he miss his friend after watching breaking waves of the sea.
Cited:
https://www.google.co.in/search?q=chicago&client=ubuntu&hs=pEU&channel=fs&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjg-vaP0-HSAhUZSY8KHbpODwoQ_AUICSgC&biw=1319&bih=673#channel=fs&tbm=isch&q=waves+of+sea+shore&*&imgrc=l4h-1UqH3R1_xM:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/45318
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