ITS masts of might, its sails so free, Had borne the scatheless keel Through many a day of darken'd sea, And many a storm of steel; When all the winds were calm, it met (With home-returning prore) With the lull Of the waves On a low lee shore. The crest of the conqueror On many a brow was bright; The dew of many an exile's eye Had dimm'd the dancing sight; And for love and for victory One welcome was in store, In the lull Of the waves On a low lee shore. The voices of the night are mute Beneath the moon's eclipse; The silence of the fitful flute Is on the dying lips. The silence of my lonely heart Is kept forevermore In the lull Of the waves On a low lee shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |