Break, break, break,\nOn thy cold gray stones, O Sea!\nAnd I would that my tongue could utter\nThe thoughts that arise in me.\n\nO well for the fisherman\u2019s boy,\nThat he shouts with his sister at play!\nO well for the sailor lad,\nThat he sings in his boat on the bay!\n\nAnd the stately ships go on\nTo their haven under the hill;\nBut O for the touch of a vanish\u2019d hand[footnote]Like \u201cUlysses\u201d and \u201cIn Memoriam,\u201d this poem was inspired by the death of Arthur Hallam.[\/footnote],\nAnd the sound of a voice that is still!\n\nBreak, break, break,\nAt the foot of thy crags, O sea!\nBut the tender grace of a day that is dead\nWill never come back to me.\n\n\u20141834, 1842\n<\/p>
Break, break, break,
\nOn thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
\nAnd I would that my tongue could utter
\nThe thoughts that arise in me.<\/p>\n
O well for the fisherman\u2019s boy,
\nThat he shouts with his sister at play!
\nO well for the sailor lad,
\nThat he sings in his boat on the bay!<\/p>\n
And the stately ships go on Break, break, break, \u20141834, 1842\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\t\t\t
\nTo their haven under the hill;
\nBut O for the touch of a vanish\u2019d hand[1]<\/sup><\/a>,
\nAnd the sound of a voice that is still!<\/p>\n
\nAt the foot of thy crags, O sea!
\nBut the tender grace of a day that is dead
\nWill never come back to me.<\/p>\nCandela Citations<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t