Poems ✍️
  19.09.2025
  14

Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Wave. (From The German Of Tiedge)

'Whither, thou turbid wave?
Whither, with so much haste,
As if a thief wert thou?'
'I am the Wave of Life,
Stained with my margin's dust;
From the struggle and the strife
Of the narrow stream I fly
To the Sea's immensity,
To wash from me the slime
Of the muddy banks of Time.'


  life struggle Time Eternity

Share on social networks:
Facebook | VK | WhatsApp | Telegram | Twitter

Take a look 👇

  Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The ᐈ
  To A Child ᐈ
  To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.) ᐈ
  To William E. Channing ᐈ
  Two Sonnets From The Spanish Of Francisco De Medrano ᐈ

Write a review