OH, Maid of Isla, from the cliff That looks on troubled wave and sky, Dost thou not see yon little skiff Contend with ocean gallantly? Now beating 'gainst the breeze and surge, And steep'd her leeward deck in foam, Why does she war unequal urge? -- Oh, Isla's maid, she seeks her home. Oh, Isla's maid, yon sea-bird mark, Her white wing gleams through mist and spray, Against the storm-cloud, lowering dark, As to the rock she wheels away; -- Where clouds are dark and billows rave, Why to the shelter should she come Of cliff, exposed to wind and wave? -- Oh, maid of Isla, 'tis her home! As breeze and tide to yonder skiff, Thou'rt adverse to the suit I bring, And cold as is yon wintry cliff, Where sea-birds close their wearied wing. Yet cold as rock, unkind as wave, Still, Isla's maid, to thee I come; For in thy love, or in his grave, Must Allan Vourich find his home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WARDROBE OF REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO CHILDREN: 6. BIRDS OF THE AIR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PARTY CARD NO. 224332 by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY |