SHIP, to the roadstead rolled, What dost thou? -- O, once more Regain the port. Behold! Thy sides are bare of oar, Thy tall mast wounded sore Of Africus, and see, What shall thy spars restore! -- Tempt not the tyrant sea! What cable now will hold When all drag out from shore! What god canst thou, too bold, In time of need implore! Look! for thy sails flap o'er, Thy stiff shrouds part and flee, Fast -- fast thy seams outpour, -- Tempt not the tyrant sea! What though thy ribs of old The pines of Pontus bore! Not now to stern of gold Men trust, or painted prore! Thou, or thou count'st it store A toy of winds to be, Shun thou the Cyclads' roar, -- Tempt not the tyrant sea! ENVOY. SHIP OF THE STATE, before A care, and now to me A hope in my heart's core, -- Tempt not the tyrant sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FALLING STARS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MANIAC'S SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD BRADDAN VICARAGE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |