His debts are paid, but all his land is gone; He leaves our narrow seas with many a tear, Bound for the south, dishearten'd and alone, To use those energies he wasted here. A colony of larks their passage take With him. Small cheer his own sad voyage yields: The rolling seas contrast his quiet lake, And fleeting shores his patrimonial fields. At last he lands, half-hopeful, half-forlorn, A human heart with all its cares and ties. The larks, his fellow emigrants, will rise At once and sing, on alien breezes borne, Forget the transfer from their native skies, And sing as bravely to the southern morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES; THE 10TH SATIRE OF JUVENAL, IMITATED by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY BABEL: THE GATE OF GOD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE CATBIRD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE LORDS' MASQUE: A SONG AND DANCE TRIUMPHANT OF THE MASQUERS by THOMAS CAMPION |