O SHIP that bears him to his native shore, Beneath whose keel the seething ocean heaves, Bring safe our poet with his garnered sheaves Of Life's ripe autumn poesy and lore! Though round the old homestead where we met of yore In the unsaddened days the southwind grieves Through his green elms, and all their summer leaves Seem whispering of the scenes that come no more, Yet may the years that brought him honors due Where Europe's best and wisest learned his worth, Yield hope and strength to reach horizons new In the broad Western land that gave him birth; Nor bar his vision to a sunlit view Beyond the enshrouding mysteries of earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP THE BATTLE OF THE PIGMIES AND THE CRANES by JAMES BEATTIE CHANGE UPON CHANGE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE FUGITIVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |