THEY called the islands by his name, Those isles, the far-away and fair; A graceful fancy linked with fame, A flattery -- such as poets share, Who link with lovely things their praise, And ask the earth, and ask the sky, To colour with themselves their lays And some associate grace supply. But here it was a sailor's thought, That named the island from the Earl -- That dreams of England might be brought To those soft shores, and seas of pearl. How very fair they must have seemed When first they darkened on the deep! Like all the wandering seamen dreamed When land rose lovely on his sleep. How many dreams they turned to truth When first they met the sailor's eyes; Green with the sweet earth's southern youth, And azure with her southern skies. And yet our English thought beguiles The mariner where'er he roam. He looks upon the new-found isles, And calls them by some name of home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FLIGHT OF THE GEESE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES |