THE wide seas search for him. But vain their quest Through anxious hours the great steel ships among; They find him not. The thousand tides that sung The glories of his war-steeds prancing west Have hushed their trumpets. Him they loved the best, Their lord unvanquished, still gay-voiced and young, Though Pain, his foe implacable, has flung Him helpless to the shore and robbed his rest. His kingdom, then, is lost? Because no more His glance shall sweep the sunburst leagues of seas, What folly thus to speak of glory gone! Strife is his kingdom — that sea has no shore — The gods gave not this man the path of ease, They fashioned him to fight — still fights he on! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH EPISTLE TO JOHN WILLIAMSON by JOHN BRECKENRIDGE |