WHO HAD BEEN IMPRISONED AT ROCHFORT Clouds, gold and purple, o'er the westering ray Threw a bright veil, and catching lights between, Fell on the glancing sail, that we had seen With soft, but adverse winds, throughout the day Contending vainly: as the vessel nears, Encreasing numbers hail it from the shore; Lo! on the deck a pallid form appears, Half wondering to behold himself once more Approach his home[.] -- And now he can discern His cottage thatch amid surrounding trees; Yet, trembling, dreads lest sorrow or disease Await him there, embittering his return: But all he loves are safe; with heart elate, Tho' poor and plunder'd, he absolves his fate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN |