Man sails the deep awhile; Loud runs the roaring tide; The seas are wild and wide; O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile, The unchained breakers ride, The quivering stars beguile. Hope bears the sole command; Hope, with unshaken eyes, Sees flaw and storm arise; Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand, Steers, under changing skies, Unchanged toward the land. O wind that bravely blows! O hope that sails with all Where stars and voices call! O ship undaunted that forever goes Where God, her admiral, His battle signal shows! What though the seas and wind Far on the deep should whelm Colours and sails and helm? There, too, you touch that port that you designed''" There, in the mid-seas' realm, Shall you that haven find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |