OUT in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; I look far out into the pregnant night, Where I can hear a solemn booming gun And catch the gleaming of a random light, That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing. My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are glassing; For I would hail and check that ship of ships. I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud, My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips, And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing. O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing, O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark! Is there no hope for me? Is there no way That I may sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET IT BE YOU by SARA TEASDALE THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM ANNE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT |