STATELY yon vessel sails adown the tide To some far-distant land adventurous bound, The sailors' busy cries, from side to side, Pealing among the echoing rocks resound; A patient, thoughtless, much-enduring band, Joyful they enter on their ocean way, With shouts exulting leave their native land, And know no care beyond the present day. But is there no poor mourner left behind, Who sorrows for a child or husband there? Who at the howling of the midnight wind Will wake and tremble in her boding prayer? So may her voice be heard, and heaven be kind— Go gallant ship, and be thy fortune fair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE SCHOOL GIRL by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. HOME by EDWARD CARPENTER TENNYSON by FLORENCE EARLE COATES |