-- Turtle-tortle, what dost thou there? -- I'm weaving a weft of Milesian rare. -- And how comes thy bantling a corpse for to be? -- He drove a white horse and went splash in the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S BURIAL HYMN by WALT WHITMAN AFFINITES: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND TANAGER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: MADAME LA MARQUISE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |