Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, E.J.B., by EMILY JANE BRONTE

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First Line: Companions, all day long we've stood
Last Line: To guard their cabin room
Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis
Variant Title(s): "companions, All Day Long We've Stood"";
Subject(s): Sailors And Sailers; Storms; Brotherhood

Companions, all day long we've stood
The wild winds restless blowing
All day we've watched the darkened flood
Around our vessel flowing

Sunshine has never smiled since morn
And clouds have gathered drear
And heavier hearts would feel forlorn
And weaker minds would fear

But look in each young shipmate's eyes
Lit by the evening flame
And see how little stormy skies
Our joyous blood can tame

No glance the same expression wears
No lip the same soft smile
Yet kindness warms and courage cheers
Nerves every breast the while

It is the hour of dreaming now
The red fire brightly gleams
And sweetest in a red fire's glow
The hour of dreaming seems

I may not trace the thoughts of all
But some I read as well
As I can hear the ocean's fall
And sullen surging swell

Edmund's swift soul is gone before
It threads a forest wide
Whose towers are bending to the shore
And gazing on the tide

And one is there -- I know the voice
The thrilling stirring tone
That makes his bounding pulse rejoice
Yet makes not his alone

Mine own hand longs to clasp her hand
Mine eye to greet her eye
Win white sails, win Zedora's strand
And Ula's Eden sky --

Mary and Flora oft their gaze
Is clouded pensively
And what that earnest aspect says
Is all revealed to me

'Tis but two years or little more
Since first they dared that main
And such a night may well restore
That first time back again

The smothered sigh the lingering late
The longed for dreaded hour
The parting at the moss-grown gate
The last look on the tower

I know they think of these and then
The evening's gathering gloom
And they alone with foreign men
To guard their cabin room

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