Author Richard Henry Dana The rocks are dripping in the mist That lies so heavy off the shore; Scarce seen the running breakers;—list Their dull and smothered roar!Lee hearkens to their voice.—“I hear, I hearYou call.—Not yet!—I know my time is near!” Tags Short Poems 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