SLEEP! -- we give thee to the wave, Red with life-blood from the brave Thou shalt find a noble grave. Fare thee well! Sleep! thy billowy field is won: Proudly may the funeral gun, 'Midst the hush at set of sun, Boom thy knell! Lonely, lonely is thy bed, Never there may flower be shed, Marble reared, or brother's head Bowed to weep. Yet thy record on the sea, Borne through battle high and free, Long the red-cross flag shall be. Sleep! oh, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP AUNT CAROLINE by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON PILGRIM MOTHERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |