WE have heard the roll of the signal-gun! — Our fleet is off in the race for a run With the gulls and the wind and the wave! The surf-nymphs rave At the prow and beckon us on — On to the sea and the echoing buoy! No landsman's coward "Ahoy" We'll heed. We're off, and the mate is Joy! The halyards hiss and the sheets Outflate. The straining spar competes With the helmsman's ardor lent To the tug of the gale unspent! The deck is a desert, fore and aft, And the sailor's will is the will of the craft. Lie low! Sweep on! while high is the sun! We've heard our signal-gun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |