It lay to westward -- as of old, An emerald bar across the gold Of sunset -- whence a vision grand First beckoned to the stranger-land. And on our deck, uncoffined, lay A child, whose spirit far away The wafture of an angel hand Late welcomed to a stranger-land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG PSALM 23 by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ASPIRATIONS: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND |