I AM Constantine Kanaris. I, who lie beneath this stone, Twice into the air in thunder Have the Turkish galleys blown. In my bed I died -- a Christian, Hoping straight with Christ to be; Yet one earthly wish is buried Deep within the grave with me -- That upon the open ocean, When the third Armada came, They and I had died together, Whirled aloft on wings of flame. Yet 'tis something that they've laid me In a land without a stain: Keep it thus, my God and Saviour, Till I rise from earth again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON |