HAUL up the anchor, captain old, O Death, for it is time; We weary of the listless shore. Cast off, and so to sea! Though cloud above and wave below be black as inky slime, Our hearts are beaming cores of light to dare the dark with thee! Pour out thy poison draught, and of thy comfort let us drink; So fierce the fuel burns our brain that headlong we would sweep, Or Hell or Heaven for our port, thro' sunless gulfs to sink, And hail the unknown dark to find a shore beyond the deep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |