Our spells shall keep her floating, yet unchanged; The nautilus shall push his purple sail Across her happy shadow; in the gale The storm-blown land-bird, which too far hath ranged, Shall trust her look, and perch, and close his eye: Around her shall the graceful proas move, And fling their garland gifts of awe and love; And, when the tropic midnight veils the sky, On fair phosphoric seas thy child shall rest, And morn shall find her, when the day comes back, Laid, as in Heaven's own river, in the track Of sunrise o'er the waters - to suggest In symbol, that her soul is pure and blest, And floats from light to light, and cannot die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CREATION (A NEGRO SERMON) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS REMINISCENCE by DOROTHY ALLISON THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |