'Tis done, 'tis done! The mighty chain Which joins bright Erie to the Main, For ages shall perpetuate The glory of our native State. 'Tis done! The monarch of the briny tide, Whose giant arm encircles earth, To virgin Erie is allied, A bright-eyed nymph of mountain birth. Rising from their watery cells Tritons sport upon the tide, And gaily blow their trumpet-shells In honour of the bride. Sea-nymphs leave their coral caves, Deep beneath the ocean waves, Where they string with tasteful care Pearls upon their sea-green hair. Thetis' virgin train advances, Mingling in the bridal dances; Jove himself with raptured eye Throws his forkèd thunders by, And bids Apollo seize his golden lyre, A strain of joy to wake; While Fame proclaims that Ocean's Sire Is wedded to the goddess of the Lake. The smiling god of song obeys And heaven re-echoes with his sounding lays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS IN ABSENCE: 7. THE SHIP by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE ORDINATION by ROBERT BURNS AN ELEGY UPON THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'THAT WE MAY ROW WITH MY P. OVER YE FERRY' by PATRICK CAREY STANZAS - THE TOMB by ELIZA COOK THE BOROUGH: LETTER 20. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. ELLEN ORFORD by GEORGE CRABBE |