Charlotte Smith

Here you will find the Long Poem Studies By The Sea of poet Charlotte Smith

Studies By The Sea

AH ! wherefore do the incurious say, 
That this stupendous ocean wide, 
No change presents from day to day, 
Save only the alternate tide; 
Or save when gales of summer glide 
Across the lightly crisped wave; 
Or, when against the cliff's rough side, 
As equinoctial tempests rave, 
It wildly bursts; o'erwhelms the deluged strand, 
Tears down its bounds, and desolates the land ? 

He who with more enquiring eyes 
Doth this extensive scene survey, 
Beholds innumerous changes rise, 
As various winds its surface sway; 
Now o'er its heaving bosom play 
Small sparkling waves of silver gleam, 
And as they lightly glide away 
Illume with fluctuating beam 
The deepening surge; green as the dewy corn 
That undulates in April's breezy morn. 
The far off waters then assume 
A glowing amethystine shade, 
That changing like the peacock's plume 
Seems in celestial blue to fade; 

Or paler, colder hues of lead, 
As lurid vapours float on high, 
Along the ruffling billows spread, 
While darkly lours the threatening sky; 
And the small scatter'd barks with outspread shrouds, 
Catch the long gleams, that fall between the clouds. 
Then day's bright star with blunted rays 
Seems struggling thro' the sea-fog pale, 
And doubtful in the heavy haze, 
Is dimly seen the nearing sail; 
'Till from the land a fresher gale 
Disperses the white mist, and clear, 
As melts away the gauzy veil, 
The sun-reflecting waves appear; 

So, brighter genuine virtue seems to rise 
From envy's dark invidious calumnies. 
What glories on the sun attend, 
When the full tides of evening flow, 
Where in still changing beauty, blend 
With amber light, the opal's glow; 
While in the east the diamond bow 
Rises in virgin lustre bright, 
And from the horizon seems to throw, 
A partial line of trembling light 
To the hush'd shore; and all the tranquil deep 
Beneath the modest moon, is sooth'd to sleep. 

Forgotten then, the thundering break 
Of waves, that in the tempest rise, 
The falling cliff, the shatter'd wreck, 
The howling blast, the sufferer's cries; 
For soft the breeze of evening sighs, 
And murmuring seems in Fancy's ear 
To whisper fairy lullabies, 
That tributary waters bear 
From precipices, dark with piny woods, 
And inland rocks, and heathy solitudes. 
The vast encircling seas within, 
What endless swarms of creatures hide , 
Of burnish'd scale, and spiny fin ! 
These providential instincts guide, 

And bid them know the annual tide, 
When, from unfathom'd waves that swell, 
Beyond Fuego's stormy side, 
They come, to cheer the tribes that dwell 
In Boreal climes; and thro' his half year's night 
Give to the Lapland savage, food and light. 
From cliffs, that pierce the northern sky; 
Where eagles rear their sanguine brood, 
With long awaiting patient eye, 
Baffled by many a sailing cloud, 
The Highland native marks the flood, 
Till bright the quickening billows roll, 
And hosts of sea-birds, clamouring loud, 
Track with wild wing the welcome shoal, 

Swift o'er the animated current sweep, 
And bear their silver captives from the deep. 
Sons of the North ! your streamy vales 
With no rich sheaves rejoice and sing; 
Her flowery robe no fruit conceals, 
Tho' sweetly smile your tardy spring; 
Yet every mountain, clothed with ling, 
Doth from its purple brow survey 
Your busy sails, that ceaseless bring 
To the broad frith, and sheltering bay, 
Riches, by Heaven's parental power supplied,­ 
The harvest of the far embracing tide. 

And, where those fractur'd mountains lift 
O'er the blue wave their towering crest, 
Each salient ledge and hollow cleft 
To sea-fowl give a rugged nest. 
But with instinctive love is drest 
The Eider's downy cradle; where 
The mother-bird, her glossy breast 
Devotes, and with maternal care, 
And plumeless bosom, stems the toiling seas, 
That foam round the tempestuous Orcades. 
From heights, whence shuddering sense recoils, 
And cloud-capped headlands, steep and bare, 
Sons of the North ! your venturous toils 
Collect your poor and scanty fare. 

Urged by imperious Want, you dare 
Scale the loose cliff, where Gannets hide, 
Or scarce suspended, in the air 
Hang perilous; and thus provide 
The soft voluptuous couch, which not secures 
To Luxury's pamper'd minions, sleep like yours. 
Revolving still, the waves that now 
Just ripple on the level shore, 
Have borne perchance the Indian's prow, 
Or half congeal'd, 'mid ice rocks hoar, 
Raved to the Walrus' hollow roar; 
Or have by currents swift convey'd 
To the cold coast of Labrador, 
The relics of the tropic shade; 

And to the wondering Esquimaux have shown 
Leaves of strange shape, and fruits unl