A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white.


The Works of Tennyson, The Palace of Art


A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led...

A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led...

A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led...

A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led...