THE Silver Ship, my King -- that was her name In the bright islands whence your fathers came -- The Silver Ship, at rest from winds and tides, Below your palace in your harbour rides: And the seafarers, sitting safe on shore, Like eager merchants count their treasures o'er. One gift they find, one strange and lovely thing, Now doubly precious since it pleased a king. The right, my liege, is ancient as the lyre For bards to give to kings what kings admire. 'Tis mine to offer for Apollo's sake; And since the gift is fitting, yours to take. To golden hands the golden pearl I bring: The ocean jewel to the island king. HONOLULU, Feb. 3, 1889. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |