The surges gushed and sounded,
The blue was the blue of June,
And low above the brightening east
Floated a shred of moon.

The woods were black and solemn,
The night winds large and free,
And in your thought a blessing seemed
To fall on land and sea.

(C) William Ernest Henley
01/01/2000


Best Poems of William Ernest Henley

• England, My England
• Beside The Idle Summer Sea
• The Ways Of Death Are Soothing And Serene
• To W. R. (ii)
• Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)]
• I. M.margaret Emma Henley (1888-1894)
• While The West Is Paling
• To P. A. G.
• To Me At My Fifth-floor Window
• To A. D.
• Largo E Mesto
• To R. A. M. S.
• To My Mother
• From The Break The Nightingale
• Clinical
• To My Mother Iii
• To F. W.
• What Is To Come
• To My Mother Ii
• I. M.margaritae Sorori
• To W. R.