THE day so long remembered comes again. The years have vanished. On the vessel's deck We stand and wave adieux, until a speck Our bark appears to friends whose eyes would fain Follow our voyage o'er the unknown main. Shadows of sails and masts and rigging fleck The sunlit ship. The captain's call and beck Hurry the cheery sailors as they strain The windy sheets; while we in careless mood Gaze on the silver clouds and azure sea, Filled with old ocean's novel solitude, And dream of that new life of Italy, The golden fleece for which we sailed away, Whose splendor freshens this memorial day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HATED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: COUNT RINALDO RINALDI by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 3 by THOMAS CAMPION PHANTOM OR FACT; A DIALOGUE IN VERSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |