Of late among the rocks I lay, But just behind the fretful spray, When suddenly a step drew near, And a man's voice, distinct and clear, Convey'd this solace . . "Come with me, Thou little outcast of the sea! Our destiny, poor shell, is one; We both may shine, but shine alone: Both are deprived of all we had In earlier days to make us glad, Or ask us why we should be sad: Which (you may doubt it as you will) To manly hearts is dearer still." I felt, ere half these words were o'er, A few salt drops on me once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O GLORIOUS FRANCE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG EMERGENCY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |