Man sails the deep awhile; Loud runs the roaring tide; The seas are wild and wide; O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile, The unchained breakers ride, The quivering stars beguile. Hope bears the sole command; Hope, with unshaken eyes, Sees flaw and storm arise; Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand, Steers, under changing skies, Unchanged toward the land. O wind that bravely blows! O hope that sails with all Where stars and voices call! O ship undaunted that forever goes Where God, her admiral, His battle signal shows! What though the seas and wind Far on the deep should whelm Colours and sails and helm? There, too, you touch that port that you designed''" There, in the mid-seas' realm, Shall you that haven find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TO MARIE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) CHIVALRY AND SLAVERY, SELECTION by JOHN BURKE |