Grim Danger left his home in chartless wastes To count his chances in our narrow seas; What anchors he might drag, what noble masts Disable, on the rock or in the breeze: And while he rode the waves from place to place Like Hermes, his rude eyes the lighthouse met; And, as it seem'd to scan his heathen face At leisure, he was dazzled and beset. Morn dawn'd - in haste he bade the winds prepare To wreck at eve the outgoing fisherman: But Fitzroy heard - the storm-drum rose in air, And not a coble but had changed its plan; While in his ears the spit-buoys swung their bells He could not dodge our English sentinels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD ACROSS THE STREET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG |