KEARSARGE, thou lonely sentinel, That guardest far Atlantic shores, Where old Apollo brightly casts The silver sheen of placid main. In thy sublime and lofty calm, Thou guardest there the briny deep, Where Neptune with his trident bold Still rules the wastes of earth and sea. Thou guardest, too, the western range Of bolder mountains and the skies, Whose glowing twilight nobly lumes The distant azure gates of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRINDSTONE by ROBERT FROST FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL AN ATHENIAN GARDEN by TRUMBULL STICKNEY ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES THE FESTUBERT SHRINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |