SPRAWLED on the harsh sea-sand, Lentinus found A rough wild olive, on whose branches grew Strange foliage -- wind-dried garments not a few, Festoons of seaweed, battered medals bound Like fruits, and tinkling with a shaken sound, -- Things ragged, mean, deplorable to view; But he was moved and gladdened, for he knew The pious token and the prayer profound. These were the gifts of sailors, who had felt Death, in a dream, like cold wind thro' their hair, And, wakening, found the horror ebbed away; So that beneath that tree Lentinus knelt, As at a chapel entered unaware, And blessed the gods whom storms and seas obey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THORWALDSEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |