BEWARE, O bark, the waves that wish to tear thee from these shores; And bravely seek the harbor, for thy sides are reft of oars; See how thy broken mast and yards are groaning in the gale! Unsound, alas! thy ropeless hull! Unsafe thy shredded sail! Thou hast no gods to call upon when Sable Care is thine; The sailor trusts no showy sterns, though built of Pontic pine. O ship that wert my woe, that art my love, avoid the seas And shun the treacherous waters of the shining Cyclades. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |