THE sea was bright, and the bark rode well; The breeze bore the tone of the vesper bell; 'T was a gallant bark with a crew as brave As ever launched on the heaving wave. She shone in the light of declining day, And each sail was set, and each heart was gay. They neared the land where in beauty smiles The sunny shore of the Grecian Isles; All thought of home, of that welcome dear Which soon should greet each wanderer's ear; And in fancy joined the social throng In the festive dance and the joyous song. A white cloud glides through the azure sky, -- What means that wild despairing cry? Farewell the visioned scenes of home! That cry is "Help," where no help can come; For the White Squall rides on the surging wave, And the bark is 'gulfed in an ocean grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER IDYLL 15. THE EPITHALAMIUM OF ACHILLES AND DEIDAMIA by BION HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 7 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |