This poem describes the sea at night and the sounds of waves drawing back pebbles on the shore. It uses these natural images as a metaphor for the declining influence of religion in the world. Once, faith was widespread and gave people comfort, but it has now retreated, leaving behind only melancholy and despair. In the confusion of the modern world, people struggle in the darkness without the certainty and meaning that faith once provided.
This poem describes the sea at night and the sounds of waves drawing back pebbles on the shore. It uses these natural images as a metaphor for the declining influence of religion in the world. Once, faith was widespread and gave people comfort, but it has now retreated, leaving behind only melancholy and despair. In the confusion of the modern world, people struggle in the darkness without the certainty and meaning that faith once provided.
This poem describes the sea at night and the sounds of waves drawing back pebbles on the shore. It uses these natural images as a metaphor for the declining influence of religion in the world. Once, faith was widespread and gave people comfort, but it has now retreated, leaving behind only melancholy and despair. In the confusion of the modern world, people struggle in the darkness without the certainty and meaning that faith once provided.
This poem describes the sea at night and the sounds of waves drawing back pebbles on the shore. It uses these natural images as a metaphor for the declining influence of religion in the world. Once, faith was widespread and gave people comfort, but it has now retreated, leaving behind only melancholy and despair. In the confusion of the modern world, people struggle in the darkness without the certainty and meaning that faith once provided.
The sea is calm tonight. Description of the natural
landscape; Everything is calm; Serene; The English channel that separates Southern England from Northern France. (Atlantic ocean) anaphora The tide is full, the moon lies fair The water reflects the beautiful moon. Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, The cliffs of England are enormous and shining in the moonlight. Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. The sea is calm. There is peace. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, The land made pale by the light of the moon Listen! you hear the grating roar The tone changes; The harsh sound of the pebbles, which the waves draw in and fling can be heard. Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, The motion of waves continue to fling With tremulous cadence slow, and bring the pebbles in a rhythmic pattern. The eternal note of sadness in. The poet associates this sound with the “eternal note of sadness” in the life of human beings
Sophocles long ago Sophocles was a 5th century
BC playwright – Greek tragedies like Oedipus Rex, Antigone. Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought The poet imagines that Sophocles must have heard the same grating roar which reminded him of the endless suffering of mankind. Aegean – sea that separates Greece from Turkey Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Turbid – cloudy, muddy Ebb and flow – coming and going Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith metaphor / religion was once a
comfort / it used to permeate people’s lives and protect them from doubt and despair. Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. Religion encircled the world like a bright girdle (simile)
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, The sea of faith has retreated and left behind hopelessness Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Pebbles associated with sadness
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, Simile So various, so beautiful, so new, The perception which is not true Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; certitude – certainty, freedom from doubt And we are here as on a darkling plain The world is like a battlefield Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Darkling-dark/There is confusion and ignorance. We are soldiers firing at shadows Where ignorant armies clash by night.