Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILGRIM SHIP, by KATHARINE LEE BATES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lanterns at stern and prow flash down their wavering Last Line: Calling jerusalem! Jerusalem! Subject(s): Pilgrimages & Pilgrims | ||||||||
Lanterns at stern and prow flash down their wavering Ruby pillars into this pallid sea Murmurous with ancient litanies. A favoring Wind lends her aid to steam, yet slowly we Fare on to Palestine, the whither, whither Of many a dream and many a devotee. From star to golden star the tall mast, quivering, Traces our way, the stars that looked on Paul Cheering the sailors while the storm was shivering His prison-ship; Jerome the Eagle, all His Roman dames like doves about him, pilgrims To Bethlehem following that ascetic call; On Origen, spirit of while austerity; On that shadowy figure whose beguiling quill Wrote down his Travels with such gay temerity As fooled ten centuries, Sir John Mandeville, Ceasing his tale at last lest nought for others Be left to tell: "Wherfore I hold me stille." Over these chanting seas against the garrisons Of the unbelievers fierce crusaders came, Host after mail-clad host, to slay the Saracens, Who flared to meet them, flame encountering flame; But still the minarets cry Allah! Allah! And the Red Cross now is Mercy's dearest name. Richard the Lion-Heart, who found in Saladin A foe as generous, flushed his singing sword With Moslem blood; and many a gallant paladin, Knight and hidalgo fought against the horde Of infidels to rescue -- ah! the empty, Disputed sepulchre of Christ their Lord. O the jubilant trumpets! Silken pennants fluttering! Emblazoned pomp of king and emperor! O splendid vestments of proud bishops uttering Sonorous mass at altars fashioned for The glory of the Galilean, -- glory Of saving love blasphemed by savage war! Down on our forward deck the stars are lustering A motley throng, cloudy-robed Bedouins sashed With rainbow; antelope-eyed children clustering About veiled mothers; mightily moustached And bearded monks from the awful crags of Sinai; And dancing gypsies, castanets loud clashed. Softly the turbans blend their mauves and Tyrian Purples with sparkles of the scarlet fez; The Arab brown burnoose merges with Syrian Abba and yellow gabardine that says A Jew, that restless wanderer of the ages, Known from the Susquehanna to Suez. Now on our pilgrims, huddled close in gratitude For strip of deck, as on those whose requiem Long since was sung, lies silvery beatitude Of moonlight, grace of God enfolding them, While in their dreams the waves are yearning voices Calling Jerusalem! Jerusalem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1952 by NORMAN DUBIE GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PILGRIM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE FIRST VOYAGE OF JOHN CABOT [1497] by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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