Tall ships, majestically fair, In stately panoply, With treasure for us, rich and rare, Flash down our windy sea, From Ports of Hundred Isles they sail, Blown by the wind's cool breath, Undaunted by the fiercest gale, Or tangling nets of Death. Where angry, storm-whipped waters meet Each frenzied wind that comes With wild tattoo and furious beat, Like thunderous roll of drums; Where, bright against the sky's blue-grey, The silver sea-gulls fly; Where green waves toss their feathery spray, These gleaming sails pass by. A thousand setting suns have blazed On them their dazzling lights; A thousand rising moons have gazed At them through silent nights; And now, where blows the western breeze And leaps the snow-white foam, At last, these welcome argosies Are harbored safe at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG A RONDEL OF LUVE [LOVE] by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |