THE captain scans the ruffled zone,^1^ And heeds the wind's increasing scope; He knows full well, and reckons on His seamanship, but God's his hope. ... Look, look ye down the plumbless deep, See, if ye can, their lifeless forms!— Here laid, poor things! across a steep, An infant in its mother's arms; There, it may be, a man and wife, (Embracing either now as when They went to rest, at night, in life), Are resting in a turbid glen. ^FOOTNOTE^ ^1^ A figurative expression, intended by the Author to signify the horizon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 19. [THE HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE LAW WITHIN] by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |