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Foggy Whitehaven

Billows That Enfold The Muffled Sea

This is an old photo of mine, which you can download for free from Pixabay.com, and use for whatever purpose you wish.

  • I had spotted fog rolling in off the sea from my home, and headed to a great vantage point above Whitehaven to capture fog covering the town – just as the sun began to set.

The morning is ten thousand miles away. The winter night surrounds me, vast and cold, Without a star. The voiceless fog is rolled from ocean-levels desolate and grey; But over all the floods of moonlight lay, a glory on those billows that enfold the muffled sea and forest. Gaunt and old, the dripping redwoods wait the distant day.

Unknown, above, what silver-dripping waves break slowly on the purple reefs of night! What radiant foam ascends from shadowy bars, or sinks unechoing to soundless caves! No whisper is upon those tides of light, setting in silence toward the risen stars.

O phantom sea, pale spirit of unrest! there is no thunder where your billows break. Morning shall be your strand; your waters make an island of the mountain-top, whose crest is lonely on the ocean of your breast. No sail is there save what our visions take of mist and moonlight, on whose ghostly wake our dreams go forth unuttered to the West.

The splendour on your tides is high and far, seen by the mind alone, whose wings can sweep on wilder glories and a vaster deep. Chill are your gulfs, O sea without a song! Hiding the heavens from man, man from the star, to which your parent sea endures as long.

George Sterling
Foggy Whitehaven
Foggy Whitehaven


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