COME with me, lady fair, Come o'er the sea! Leave thy gold, leave thy care, Sailing with me. The waves my shallop bear, -- Watch the masts swing, -- Rocked by each passing swell; 'T is but a cockle-shell, But I'm its king. Land! it was made for slaves, O lady fair! Free he who rules the waves, Free as the air. He who the billow braves, Far on the sea, Hears the wild waters cry, "Here love can never die, Here art thou free!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD THE GIRL OF ALL PERIODS; AN IDYLL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER |