THE winds were yelling, the waves were swelling, The sky was black and drear, When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship without a name Alongside the last Buccaneer. "Whence flies your sloop full sail before so full a gale, When all others drive bare on the seas? Say, come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador, Or the gulf of the rich Caribees?" "From a shore no search hath found, from a gulf no line can sound, Without rudder or needle we steer; Above, below, our bark dies the sea-fowl and the shark, As we fly by the last Buccaneer. "To-night there shall be heard on the rocks of Cape de Verde A loud crash, and a louder roar; And to-morrow shall the deep, with a heavy moaning, sweep The corpses and wreck to the shore." The stately ship of Clyde securely now may ride In the breath of the citron shades; And Severn's towering mast securely now flies fast, Through the sea of the balmy Trades. From Saint Jago's wealthy port, from Havana's royal fort, The seaman goes forth without fear; For since that stormy night not a mortal hath had sight Of the flag of the last Buccaneer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT, ON THE BACK OF THE POET'S MS. OF CANTO I OF 'DON JUAN' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |