SLEEP! -- we give thee to the wave, Red with life-blood from the brave Thou shalt find a noble grave. Fare thee well! Sleep! thy billowy field is won: Proudly may the funeral gun, 'Midst the hush at set of sun, Boom thy knell! Lonely, lonely is thy bed, Never there may flower be shed, Marble reared, or brother's head Bowed to weep. Yet thy record on the sea, Borne through battle high and free, Long the red-cross flag shall be. Sleep! oh, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ALEXANDER VI DINES WITH THE CARDINAL OF CAPUA by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET VALUATION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF |