Becalmed
The flag is listless, limp. It dances not. As deep the sea breathes from a gentle breast As any bride who dreams at love's behest, And wakes and sighs, then casts with dreams her lot. Sails hang upon the masts--useless-forgot-- Like folded standards which the warriors wrest And bring home broken from the battle's crest. The sailors rest them in some sheltered spot. O Sea! within your unknown deeps concealed, When storms are wild, your monsters dream and sleep, And all their cruelty for the sunlight keep. Thus, Soul of Mine, in your sad deeps concealed The monsters sleep--when wild are storms. They start From out some blue sky's peace to seize my heart.
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"The flag is listless, limp. It dances not...."
This evocative piece by Adam Bernard Mickiewicz, titled "Becalmed", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...