I SEE a caravel of Spanish make That westward like a winged creature flies Above a sea dawn-bright, and arched with skies Expectant of the sun and morning-break. The sailors from the deck their land-thirst slake Scanning the wave-leagues till their longing eyes Discern a coast that faint and dreamlike lies, The while they pray, weep, laugh, -- or madly take Their shipmates in their arms and speak no word. And then I see a figure, tall, removed A little from the others, as behooved, That since the dawn has neither spoke nor stirred; A noble form the looming mast beside, Columbus, calm, his prescience verified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-DEPENDENCE by MATTHEW ARNOLD RAIN AFTER A VAUDEVILLE SHOW by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SCHRECKHORN by THOMAS HARDY THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT |