IN the gloomy ocean bed Dwelt a formless thing, and said, In the dim and countless eons long ago, "I will build a stronghold high, Ocean's power to defy, And the pride of haughty man to lay low." Crept the minutes for the sad, Sped the cycles for the glad, But the march of time was neither less nor more; While the formless atom died, Myriad millions by its side, And above them slowly lifted Roncador. Roncador of Caribee, Coral dragon of the sea, Ever sleeping with his teeth below the wave; Woe to him who breaks the sleep! Woe to them who sail the deep! Woe to ship and man that fear a shipman's grave! Hither many a galleon old, Heavy-keeled with guilty gold, Fled before the hardy rover smiting sore; But the sleeper silent lay Till the preyer and his prey Brought their plunder and their bones to Roncador. Be content, O conqueror! Now our bravest ship of war, War and tempest who had often braved before, All her storied prowess past, Strikes her glorious flag at last To the formless thing that builded Roncador. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |