Go stand at night upon an ocean craft, And watch the folds of its imperial train Catching in fleecy foam a thousand glows-- A miracle of fire unquenched by sea. There in bewildering turbulence of change Whirls the whole firmament, till as you gaze, All else unseen, it is as heaven itself Had lost its poise, and each unanchored star In phantom haste flees to the horizon line. What dupes we are of the deceiving eye! How many a light men wonderingly acclaim Is but the phosphor of the path Life makes With its own motion, while above, forgot, Sweep on serene the old unenvious stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON |