Grave: triste Its huge red prow Uplifted in a tragic attitude, It waits out there; the seas around Bubble and hiss with moaning sound: In sight of port at the gates of the sea, It waits upreared expectantly. It has known the joy of battle, It has known the shock of wreck: The spray coated its planking, The sands swallow its deck: Monument of the sea, That knows and that forgets eternally. It heaves its scarred brow towards the city: The city pays it little heed: Indifferent, brutal, without pity, Stern cargo-steamers trudge and speed; The sun glares on it and the gulls wheel and flash, The rain beats on its deck, the winds pass silently; It is out there alone with the immense sea: Alone with its forgotten tragedy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS |