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...THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |