A trireme of El Dorado is plunging down the blue— Misty oars of silver flame, hull of burnished gold, Shrouds of lordlier purple than Tyrian ever knew, Over spars of amethyst rainbow clouds uprolled— A trireme of El Dorado through seas of faery light To the clash of magic cymbals is plunging toward the night. Her burnished hold bears treasure freight down the shining blue, Stout Balboa's dauntless Hope, Cabrillo's golden Dream, Holy Serra's flaming Faith conquering anew, Questing feet of Argonauts following the Gleam— High Adventure's treasure-trove crowded in her hold, The transmuted glory-fires of California gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG THE LAY OF THE LEGION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |