Come, or the stellar tide will slip away. Eastward avoid the hour of its decline, Now! for the needle trembles in my soul! Here have we had our vantage, the good hour. Here we have had our day, your day and mine. Come now, before this power That bears us up, shall turn against the pole. Mock not the flood of stars, the thing's to be. O Love, come now, this land turns evil slowly. The waves bore in, soon will they bear away. The treasure is ours, make we fast land with it. Move we and take the tide, with its next favour, Abide Under some neutral force Until this course turneth aside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE UNKNOWN HAND by CLIFFORD BAX |