Of late among the rocks I lay, But just behind the fretful spray, When suddenly a step drew near, And a man's voice, distinct and clear, Convey'd this solace . . "Come with me, Thou little outcast of the sea! Our destiny, poor shell, is one; We both may shine, but shine alone: Both are deprived of all we had In earlier days to make us glad, Or ask us why we should be sad: Which (you may doubt it as you will) To manly hearts is dearer still." I felt, ere half these words were o'er, A few salt drops on me once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUTH COUNTRY by HILAIRE BELLOC WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES BROTHERS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY |