GAINST the mast reclining, and high on the lofty deck Stood I and heard I the song of the bird. Like black-green steeds, with silvery manes, The white and curling billows were springing; Like flocks of swans were sailing past us, With glittering sails, the men of Heligoland, The nomads bold of the Baltic. Over my head, in the azure eterne, Snowy clouds were fluttering on, While sparkled the sun everlasting, The rose of the heavens, the fiery-blooming one, Who joyfully mirror'd himself in the ocean; And heaven and ocean and with them my heart In echo resounded. She loves him! She loves him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER THE HYMNARY: 403. MARTYRS by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES RELIGIOUS ISOLATION, TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND by MATTHEW ARNOLD |