It lay to westward -- as of old, An emerald bar across the gold Of sunset -- whence a vision grand First beckoned to the stranger-land. And on our deck, uncoffined, lay A child, whose spirit far away The wafture of an angel hand Late welcomed to a stranger-land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL |