Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A POEM CROSSING THE ATLANTIC, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: A little sheaf of words I speed Last Line: And lifted on celestial wings. Subject(s): Sea Voyages | ||||||||
A LITTLE sheaf of words I speed Across the storm-vext wintry wave, Not knowing if 'twill float, indeed, Or find in grisly depths a grave. Tossed, on the vast Atlantic deep It ventures; icebergs from the north Assail it, blinding sea-mists creep -- Through all it flies undaunted forth. The strong ship heels beneath the blast, The giant engines throb and thrill, That mighty heart beats fiercely still Till the long enterprise is past. And with it done, the little scroll This hand has written, from the sea Is born, with some faint trace of me, A child begotten of the soul. Then if at length some joy it give To souls by life's great load opprest, Cheer some poor fainting heart to live, Or bring some weary traveller rest, More than the meed of gold or fame Or honour to my soul it brings, For now it speaks with lips of flame, And lifted on celestial wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV LEAVING FOREVER by DENISE LEVERTOV SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SHACKLETON by MADELINE DEFREES QE2. TRANSATLANTIC CROSSING. THIRD DAY. by RITA DOVE MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM CROSSING THE ATLANTIC by ANNE SEXTON THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE A CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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