SEE you, beneath yon cloud so dark, Fast gliding along, a gloomy Bark? Her sails are full, though the wind is still, And there blows not a breath her sails to fill! Oh! what doth that vessel of darkness bear? The silent calm of the grave is there, Save now and again a death-knell rung, And the flap of the sails, with night-fog hung! There lieth a wreck on the dismal shore Of cold and pitiless Labrador; Where, under the moon, upon mounts of frost, Full many a mariner's bones are tost! Yon shadowy Bark hath been to that wreck, And the dim blue fire, that lights her deck, Doth play on as pale and livid a crew, As ever yet drank the churchyard dew! To Deadman's Isle, in the eye of the blast, To Deadman's Isle, she speeds her fast; By skeleton shapes her sails are furl'd, And the hand that steers is not of this world! Oh! hurry thee on -- oh! hurry thee on, Thou terrible Bark! ere the night be gone, Nor let morning look on so foul a sight As would blanch for ever her rosy light! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON THE CHILDREN by CHARLES MONROE DICKINSON AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES |