A horse-shoe nailed, for luck, upon a mast; That mast, wave-bleached, upon the shore was cast! I saw, and thence no fetich I revered, But safer through tempest, to my haven steered. The place with rose and myrtle was o'ergrown, Yet Fear and Sorrow held it for their own. A garden then I sowed without one fear,-- Sowed fennel, yet lived griefless all the year. Brave lines, long life, did my friend's hand display. Not so mine own; yet mine is quick to-day. Once more in his I read Fate's idle jest, Then fold it down forever on his breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELECTRIC LIGHT-VERSE by L. ALLEN BECK PSALM 122 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE DAMSEL OF PERU by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THANKSGIVING SONG by CAREY YATES BUSBY ON THE NATURALIZATION BILL (3) by JOHN BYROM LINES TO JULIA M --; SENT WITH A COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |