@2T@1HE vessel is restlessly rushing over the waters,— But the moon is silent and still; Hundreds of men and women are aboard, Listlessly lounging, or sleeping, or chatting, or playing,— But the moon is solitary; The heart of the ship labours incessantly, With fierce energy driving her forward, forward,— Ever the effortless moon is astern; The lights of the port shine out, The passengers stir, show interest, crowd eagerly up,— "We are arriving," they say. "We have made a speedy voyage." And as they step upon the pier, lo the whiteness there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A SURVEY OF THE AMPHITHEATRE by MOSES BROWNE LOVE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. ONE AT A TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER THE BOROUGH: LETTER 16. INHABITANTS OF ALMS HOUSE. BENBOW by GEORGE CRABBE |