Yes, I remember, and still remember wailing Wind in the clouds and rainy sea-horizon, Empty and lit with low, nocturnal glimmer, How in the strong, deep-plunging, transatlantic Emigrant ship we sang our songs in chorus. Piping, the gull flew by, the roaring billows Yawned and resounded round the mighty vessel Infinite uproar, endless contradiction; Yet over all our chorus rose reminding Wanderers here at sea of unforgotten Homes and undying, old, memorial loves. Brown in his haste demanded this from me. I in my lesiure made the present verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ECHOES OF SPRING: 5 by MATHILDE BLIND AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY BROTHER (1) by MARY BRYAN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 87 by BLISS CARMAN BURLESQUE; UPON THE GREAT FROST by CHARLES COTTON LINES IN LAURA'S ALBUM by GEORGE CRABBE DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 2 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |