Poetry Research stuff or whatever it is/called

Break, Break, Break By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.


O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!


And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!


Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

The poem is based on the death of his friend and fellow poet Arthur Hallum, his is displaying his grief in an almost lyrical way. Sometimes an art form is the best way to get other such a loss. This peom has a sad yet serene atmosphere to it. I think this because when I read it I can understand and pick up on his misery but I can also detect that he has accepted the fact that what's done is done and cannot be changed.