It’s been a long time since I’ve read Hawthorne, and though I don’t recall his style specifically, I do remember enjoying his works. I was in the mood today to honor another Massachusetts poet, and I thought of Hawthorne. I grew up knowing all about him since he was born in Salem, MA. I selected this poem because I lived in Salem, by the ocean, and I imagine that he is writing about the same ocean I would listen to when I went to sleep each night.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)
The Ocean has its silent caves,
Deep, quiet and alone;
Though there be fury on the waves,
Beneath them there is none.
The awful spirits of the deep
Hold their communion there;
And there are those for whom we weep,
The young, the bright, the fair.
Calmly the wearied seamen rest
Beneath their own blue sea.
The ocean solitudes are blest,
For there is purity.
The earth has guilt, the earth has care,
Unquiet are its graves;
But peaceful sleep is ever there,
Beneath the dark blue waves.