Will you glimmer on the sea? will you fling your spear-head on the shore? what note shall we pitch? we have a song, on the bank we share our arrows; the loosed string tells our note: O flight bring her swiftly to our song. She is great, we measure her by the pine trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN THE FORD OF TRANSFIGURATION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CAPTAIN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |