'Tell me, tell me, Unknown stranger, When shall I sight me That tall ship On whose flower-wreathed counter is gilded, @3Sleep@1?' 'Landsman, landsman, Lynx nor kestrel Ne'er shall descry from Ocean steep That midnight-stealing, high-pooped galliass, @3Sleep@1.' 'Promise me, Stranger, Though I mark not When cold night-tide's Shadows creep @3Thou@1 wilt keep unwavering watch for @3Sleep@1.' 'Myriad the lights are, Wayworn landsman, Rocking the dark through On the deep: She alone burns none to prove her @3Sleep@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE LAKE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT A SONG OF WORK by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE KINGFISHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |