Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PHANTOMS ALL, by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD Poet's Biography First Line: Come, all you sailors of the southern waters Last Line: The navy of old spain! Subject(s): Ghosts; Supernatural | ||||||||
COME, all you sailors of the southern waters, You apparitions of the Spanish main, Who dyed the jewelled depths blood-red with slaughters, You things of crime and gain! Come, caravel and pinnace, on whose daring Rose the low purple of a new world's shore; Come from your dreams of desperate seafaring And sun your sails once more. Build up again your stately height, storm-harried Santa Maria, crusted with salt stains; Come quick, you black and treacherous craft that carried Columbus home in chains! And out of all your angry flames and flashes, Proud with a pride that only homeward yearned, Swim darkly up and gather from your ashes, You ships that Cortes burned! Come, prows, whence climbing into light deific Undazzled Balboa planted o'er the plain, The lonely plain of the unguessed Pacific, The standard of great Spain. In Caribbean coves, dark vanished vessels, Lurking and hiding thrice a hundred years, Figure again your mad and merry wrestles, Beaks of the buccaneers! Come, you that bore through boughs of dripping blossom, Ogeron with his headsman and his priest, Where Limousin with treasure in his bosom Dreamed, and in dreaming ceased. Barks at whose name to-day the nursling shivers, Come, with the bubble-rafts where men swept down Along the foam and fall of mighty rivers To sack the isthmian town! Through dusky bayous known in old romances In one great furtive squadron move, you host That took to death and drowning those free-lances, The Brethren of the Coast! Come, Drake, come, Hawkins, to your sad employer, Come, L'Olonnois and Davila, again, Come, you great ships of Montbar the Destroyer, Of Morgan and his men! Dipping and slipping under shadowy highlands, Dashing in haste the swifter fate to meet, Come from your wrecks on haunted keys and islands, Cervera's valiant fleet! Galleons, and merchantmen, and sloops of story, O silent escort, follow in full train This passing phantom of an ancient glory, The Navy of Old Spain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EN PASSANT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD |
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