STROLLING along By the teeming docks, I watch the ships put out. Black ships that heave and lunge And move like mastodons Arising from lethargic sleep. The fathomed harbor Calls them not nor dares Them to a strain of action, But outward, on and outward, Sounding low-reverberating calls, Shaggy in the half-lit distance, They pass the pointed headland, View the wide, far-lifting wilderness And leap with cumulative speed To test the challenge of the sea. Plunging, Doggedly onward plunging, Into salt and mist and foam and sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 33. AL-HALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |