Proud is Phaselus here, my friends, to tell That once she was the swiftest craft afloat: No vessel, were she winged with blade or sail, Could ever pass my boat. Phaselus shunned to shun grim Adria's shore, Or Cyclades, or Rhodes the wide renowned, Or Bosphorus, where Thracian waters roar, Or Pontus' eddying sound. It was in Pontus once, unwrought, she stood, And conversed, sighing, with her sister trees, Amastris born, or where Cytorus' wood Answers the mountain breeze. Pontic Amastris, boxwood-clad Cytorus! -- You, says Phaselus, are her closest kin: Yours were the forests where she stood inglorious: The waters yours wherein She dipped her virgin blades; and from your strand She bore her master through the cringing straits, Nought caring were the wind on either hand, Or whether kindly fates Filled both the straining sheets. Never a prayer For her was offered to the gods of haven, Till last she left the sea, hither to fare, And to be lightly laven By the cool ripple of the clear lagoon. . . . . . This too is past; at length she is allowed Long slumber through her life's long afternoon, To Castor and the twin of Castor vowed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS COMPARES THE TROUBLES WHICH HE HAS UNDERGONE, TO LABOURS OF HERCULES by PHILIP AYRES SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES |