No drooping willow weeps, Where Abercrombie sleeps In the bastion that towers above the sea, Where the billows evermore Tell the echoes on the shore Of him whose name was one with victory. Near Abercrombie's grave, Looking down across the wave, Is a sleepless, giant, iron sentinel Crouching grim and silent there, Like a lion in his lair, The ashes of the hero guarding well. When Abercrombie died, Old England o'er the tide, Sent this sentinel to guard his sacred tomb They are brothers—he who sleeps And the giant one who keeps, Endless vigil in the sunshine and the gloom. Over Abercrombie's head Floats a banner blazoned red, Victorious over sea and over land, And the foe had need be brave, Who on Abercrombie's grave Would dare to lay a desecrating hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS REPRISALS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL (VERSION 2) by WILLIAM BLAKE CLEANING OUT THE SULLER IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE SUMMER STORM by ALICE CARY |