Admiral, admiral, Sailing your caraval Into the west, What will you find as the end of your quest? For your king Ferdinand Here was a goodly land, India the old; Balm-breathing spice groves and rivers of gold. Admiral, admiral, Sailing your caraval Into the blue, Greater your gift to your king than you knew! Did you dream, admiral, Sailing your caraval, Honor and fame, Blazoning titles might rest on your name? You found, nor fame nor gold; A dungeon deep and cold. A vast domain Weaves still its thought in the words of old Spain? Adventurer supreme, The fabric of your dream An alien race Buildeth, though far remote of tongue and place. Not in vain admiral, Sailing your caraval Into the west: Freedom and peace is the end of your quest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE ON HIS RETURN FROM SPAIN by THOMAS WYATT COMPANIONSHIP by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE YOUNG BROTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |