The Charles-and-Emma seaward sped, (Named from the carven pair at prow,) He so smart, and a curly head, She tricked forth as a bride knows how: Pretty stem for the port, I trow! But iron-rust and alum-spray And chafing gear, and sun and dew Vexed this lad and lassie gay, Tears in their eyes, salt tears nor few; And the hug relaxed with the failing glue. But came in end a dismal night, With creaking beams and ribs that groan, A black lee-shore and waters white: Dropped on the reef, the pair lie prone: O, the breakers dance, but the winds they moan! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON |