Tall ships, majestically fair, In stately panoply, With treasure for us, rich and rare, Flash down our windy sea, From Ports of Hundred Isles they sail, Blown by the wind's cool breath, Undaunted by the fiercest gale, Or tangling nets of Death. Where angry, storm-whipped waters meet Each frenzied wind that comes With wild tattoo and furious beat, Like thunderous roll of drums; Where, bright against the sky's blue-grey, The silver sea-gulls fly; Where green waves toss their feathery spray, These gleaming sails pass by. A thousand setting suns have blazed On them their dazzling lights; A thousand rising moons have gazed At them through silent nights; And now, where blows the western breeze And leaps the snow-white foam, At last, these welcome argosies Are harbored safe at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO FLUSH, MY DOG by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |