The Sea Is Full Of Wandering Foam

by William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley

The sea is full of wandering foam,
The sky of driving cloud;
My restless thoughts among them roam . . .
The night is dark and loud.
Where are the hours that came to me
So beautiful and bright?
A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . .
O, dark and loud's the night!





Last updated January 14, 2019