GLAUCUS, the islander, whose ferry crossing Brought travellers to Thasos from the land, Skilled ploughman of the sea, who even a-dozing Guided his rudder with unfailing hand, Grown old, a torn sea-tatter, near the mark Of death, yet would not quit his ancient wherry; With him, his shell they burned, that his own bark Across the Styx the veteran might ferry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE MAHOGANY TREE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE |