Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SAILOR'S GRAVE, by ELIZA COOK Poet's Biography First Line: Our bark was out -- far, far from land Last Line: That closed above the sailor's grave. | ||||||||
OUR BARK was out -- far, far from land, When the fairest of our gallant band Grew sadly pale, and waned away Like the twilight of an autumn day. We watched him through long hours of pain; But our cares were lost, our hopes were vain; Death brought for him no coward alarm, For he smiled as he died on a messmate's arm. He had no costly winding sheet, But we placed a round shot at his feet; And he slept in his hammock as safe and sound As a king in his lawn shroud, marble-bound. We proudly decked his funeral vest With the English flag upon his breast: We gave him that as the badge of the brave, And then he was fit for his sailor's grave. Our voices broke -- our hearts turned weak -- Hot tears were seen on the brownest cheek -- And a quiver played on the lips of pride, As we lowered him down the ship's dark side. A plunge -- a splash -- and our task was o'er; The billows rolled as they rolled before; But many a rude prayer hallowed the wave That closed above the sailor's grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK A FOREST THOUGHT by ELIZA COOK A HOME IN THE HEART by ELIZA COOK AFTER A MOTHER'S DEATH by ELIZA COOK |
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