I SEE a caravel of Spanish make That westward like a winged creature flies Above a sea dawn-bright, and arched with skies Expectant of the sun and morning-break. The sailors from the deck their land-thirst slake Scanning the wave-leagues till their longing eyes Discern a coast that faint and dreamlike lies, The while they pray, weep, laugh, -- or madly take Their shipmates in their arms and speak no word. And then I see a figure, tall, removed A little from the others, as behooved, That since the dawn has neither spoke nor stirred; A noble form the looming mast beside, Columbus, calm, his prescience verified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A MYRTLE SHADE by WILLIAM BLAKE BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN REFERENCE TO HER CHILDREN, 23 JUNE, 1659 by ANNE BRADSTREET |