BEYOND the bourns of time and sleep, Beyond the sway of tides, A voyager o'er death's darksome deep, His ship at anchor rides. He who from boyhood never knew A garden save the foam, Whose only rooftree was the blue, At last has found a home. And what more fit than that the wave He loved through life to stem Should sing above his green sea grave This sailor's requiem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |