SHIP, blest to bear such freight across the blue, May stormless stars control thy horoscope; In keel and hull, in every spar and rope, Be night and day to thy dear office true! Ocean, men's path and their divider too, No fairer shrine of memory and hope To the underworld adown thy westering slope E'er vanished, or whom such regrets pursue: Smooth all thy surges as when Jove to Crete Swam with less costly burthen, and prepare A pathway meet for her home-coming soon With golden undulations such as greet The printless summer-sandals of the moon And tempt the Nautilus his cruise to dare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT |