THY cruise is over now, Thou art anchored by the shore, And never more shalt thou Hear the storm around thee roar; Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass. Now around thee sports the whale, And the porpoise snuffs the gale, And the night-winds wake their wail, As they pass. The sea-grass round thy bier Shall bend beneath the tide, Nor tell the breakers near Where thy manly limbs abide ; But the granite rock thy tombstone shall be. Though the edges of thy grave Are the combings of the wave-- Yet unheeded they shall rave Over thee. At the piping of all hands, When the judgment signal's spread-- When the islands, and the lands, And the seas give up their dead, And the south and the north shall come; When the sinner is dismayed, And the just man is afraid, Then heaven be thy aid, Poor Tom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN OVID TO HIS WIFE: IMITATED FROM DIFFERENT PARTS OF TRISTIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 26. BEYOND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |