Thou comest, much wept for; such a breeze Compell'd thy canvas, and my prayer Was as the whisper of an air To breathe thee over lonely seas. For I in spirit saw thee move Thro' circles of the bounding sky, Week after week; the days go by; Come quick, thou bringest all I love. Henceforth, wherever thou mayst roam, My blessing, like a line of light, Is on the waters day and night, And like a beacon guards thee home. So may whatever tempest mars Mid-ocean spare thee, sacred bark, And balmy drops in summer dark Slide from the bosom of the stars; So kind an office hath been done, Such precious relics brought by thee, The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |