The wind blew shrill and smart, And the wind awoke my heart Again to go a-sailing o'er the sea, To hear the cordage moan And the straining timbers groan, And to see the flying pennon lie a-lee. O sailor of the fleet, It is time to stir the feet! It's time to man the dingy and to row! It's lay your hand in mine And it's empty down the wine, And it's drain a health to death before we go! To death, my lads, we sail; And it's death that blows the gale And death that holds the tiller as we ride. For he's the king of all In the tempest and the squall, And the ruler of the Ocean wild and wide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER FOR COURAGE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE DOOR-BELL by CHARLOTTE BECKER REALISM by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |