The coasters of the past are back,— The Emblem, Effort, Enterprise; 'Twas long ago they went to rack, But lo, they loom before my eyes. Below the cliffs that saw them strike And foaming breakers round them fold, Their skeletons are hidden, like The pirate's Bible and his gold. Yet now, as in their golden prime, The circles of the sea they sweep: They pass behind the veil of Time And traverse the primeval deep. About them howl forgotten gales; Above are prehistoric skies; The fleet of Greece beside them sails And Troy town's wreck behind them lies. |