Out of the East a hurricane Swept down on Captain Lean -- That mariner and gentleman Will not again be seen. He sailed his ship against the foes Of his own country dear, But now in the trough of the billows An aimless course doth steer. Powder was violets to his nostrils, Sweet the din of the fighting-line, Now he is flotsam on the seas, And his bones are bleached with brine. The stars move up along the sky, The moon she shines so bright, And in that solitude the foam Sparkles unearthly white. This is the tomb of Captain Lean, Would a straiter please his soul? I trow he sleeps in peace, Howsoever the billows roll! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 50. WILLOWWOOD (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN DUSK ON ENGLISH BAY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL EPILOGUE: HURLO-THRUMBO; A PLAY BY SAMUEL JOHNSON by JOHN BYROM OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 6. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SECOND EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |