WHAT heart unmov'd, what eye without a tear, The fated ship can follow in her flight? As shoots a transient star through azure night, Such, on the ocean wave, her brief career. That bell's last tone awoke no boding fear; 'Mid busy thoughts, 'mid visions of delight, Wrapt in the past, or with the future bright, No sound, no sign, to warn that death was near. O fearful moment! stricken as she sped, Her keel rock-pierc'd, her hull asunder riven, The gallant ship bestrew'd the sweeping wave. An hour shall come more fearful yet, her dead The sea shall yield again; in mercy, Heaven, Then let their cry come unto Thee, and save! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RED COUNTRY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |