There was something about the Sea that drew -- (I've heard him tell, and so know it is true) When waters were sobbing beneath the keel, Deep in his sea-hungry soul he could feel The lovely allure of the ocean's whim -- Its restless surge was a part of him. Up and down on the great ocean's path, Year after year through its smile and its wrath, His face grew seamed by the ocean's blast, And his hair as white as the sail-flung mast -- But within his eyes was a still white heat To sail where the waters and skyline meet! Waters that wail and mourn his return -- For the bells are tolling, and the tapers burn, And they say he is dead! Dead! Not he -- He with the soul of the untamed sea -- He lies in a shroud, but his spirit's at ease, For again he is sailing the uncharted seas. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE THYROID GLAND by GAMALIEL BRADFORD SPRING SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |