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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RICHARD SOMERS, by BARRETT EASTMAN First Line: His body lies upon the shore Last Line: His soul will leap to ocean's arms! | |||
HIS body lies upon the shore, Afar from his beloved land, And over him shine tropic suns; No more he thrills at sound of guns, No longer, cutlass in his hand, Cries, "Follow me!" and goes before. Above him droop the languid trees, Athirst and fainting with the noon; Around him drowsy lizards crawl. No more he hears the boatswain's call, Nor sees the waters rock the moon, Nor smells the keen and salty breeze. Vain roars old Ocean in his ear, Calling to him from mighty deeps, Yearning for him who loved the main. Never shall he make sail again; Under the restless sands he sleeps, He is at rest, he cannot hear. But when the Trumpet sounds alarms On that great day when all shall rise, And earth and sea give up their dead, Then out from his unquiet bed Where now heroic SOMERS lies His soul will leap to Ocean's arms! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHIQUITA: A LEGEND OF THE WESTERN SEAS by BARRETT EASTMAN WHEN MY TURN COMES by BARRETT EASTMAN IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OLD SARUM; LINES ON THE CONFERENCE OF THE ENGLISH CHURCH AT SALISBURY by ALICE COLBURN BEAL |
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