Fair ship, that from the Italian shore Sailest the placid ocean-plains With my lost Arthur's loved remains, Spread thy full wings, and waft him o'er. So draw him home to those that mourn In vain; a favorable speed Ruffle thy mirrored mast, and lead Through prosperous floods his holy urn. All night no ruder air perplex Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright As our pure love, through early light Shall glimmer on the dewy decks. Sphere all your lights around, above; Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love; My Arthur, whom I shall not see Till all my widowed race be run; Dear as the mother to the son, More than my brothers are to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEBT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE KNIGHTS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN WE KNOW by MARTHA TAYLOR BROWN GOOD NIGHT IN THE PORCH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AMERICAN CRADLE SONG by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY (2) by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY STARLIGHT by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |