HIGH o'er his moldering castle walls The warrior's phantom glides, And loudly to the skiff it calls That on the billow rides "Behold! these arms once vaunted might, This heart beat wild and bold Behold! these ducal veins ran bright With wine-red blood of old. "The noon in storm, the eve in rest, So sped my life's brief day. What then? @3Young bark on Ocean's breast, Cleave thou thy destined way!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CHERRY TREES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS RUNNING TO PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |