Far o'er the waves my lofty bark shall glide, Love's frequent sighs the fluttering sails shall swell, While to my native home I bid farewell, Hope's snowy hand the burnished helm shall guide! Triton's shall sport amidst the yielding tide, Myriads of Cupids round the prow shall dwell, And Venus, throned within her opal shell, Shall proudly o'er the glittering billows ride! Young dolphins, dashing in the golden spray, Shall with their scaly forms illume the deep Tinged with the purple flush of sinking day, Whose flaming wreath shall crown the distant steep; While on the breezy deck soft minstrels play, And songs of love, the lover soothe to sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY BANTAMS IN PINE-WOODS by WALLACE STEVENS PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 4: LORD STANHOPE'S STEAMER by T. BAKER FROM A TRENCH by MAUD ANNA BELL |