Author James Dryden Hosken Sink gently in the silent sea, Die slowly, slowly in the west; Lull'd by the winds sweet minstrelsy To golden rest. Thy wak'ning I shall view no more Behind the east's pale shimmering hills; Ere thou dost rise the tale is o'er Of earthly ills. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments