"Young Silas Long, a carrier through these woods, Drove home one night in not the best of moods, Having just seen a drowned man flung ashore With a strange feather cap. And once before, When he was hauling seine in Southold Bay About this time of year, a seaman's corse Washed up, with such a cap and such a face, And it had brought misfortune on the place. Pondering he drove; when lo, across the way He saw, too late, that there a body lay, Felt the wheels tilt but could not stop his horse Or not at once, then--flinging with a slap The old cloth cover down he called a cap-- Ran back, ten steps or more, and nothing found ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE |