Yes, I remember, and still remember wailing Wind in the clouds and rainy sea-horizon, Empty and lit with low, nocturnal glimmer, How in the strong, deep-plunging, transatlantic Emigrant ship we sang our songs in chorus. Piping, the gull flew by, the roaring billows Yawned and resounded round the mighty vessel Infinite uproar, endless contradiction; Yet over all our chorus rose reminding Wanderers here at sea of unforgotten Homes and undying, old, memorial loves. Brown in his haste demanded this from me. I in my lesiure made the present verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEARS IN SOLITUDE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD A SUMMER NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |