SAVED from the perils of the stormy wave, And faint with toil, the wanderer of the main, But just escaped from shipwreck's billowy grave, Trembles to hear its horrors named again. How warm his vow, that Ocean's fairest mien No more shall lure him from the smiles of home! Yet, soon, forgetting each terrific scene, Once more he turns, o'er boundless deeps to roam. Lady! thus I, who vainly oft in flight Seek refuge from the dangers of thy sight, Make the firm vow, to shun thee and be free: But my fond heart, devoted to its chain, Still draws me back where countless perils reign. And grief and ruin spread their snares for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROGRESS OF POESY; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN EJACULATORY PRAYER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A PASTORAL ECLOGUE UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY KNIGHT by LODOWICK BRYSKETT WOMAN'S LOVE AND LIFE, SELECTION by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO WRITTEN ON A BRIDGE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ODE ON ASTRONOMY; WRITTEN FOR THE PRIZE AT CAMBRIDGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |