WHAT heart unmov'd, what eye without a tear, The fated ship can follow in her flight? As shoots a transient star through azure night, Such, on the ocean wave, her brief career. That bell's last tone awoke no boding fear; 'Mid busy thoughts, 'mid visions of delight, Wrapt in the past, or with the future bright, No sound, no sign, to warn that death was near. O fearful moment! stricken as she sped, Her keel rock-pierc'd, her hull asunder riven, The gallant ship bestrew'd the sweeping wave. An hour shall come more fearful yet, her dead The sea shall yield again; in mercy, Heaven, Then let their cry come unto Thee, and save! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM |