His debts are paid, but all his land is gone; He leaves our narrow seas with many a tear, Bound for the south, dishearten'd and alone, To use those energies he wasted here. A colony of larks their passage take With him. Small cheer his own sad voyage yields: The rolling seas contrast his quiet lake, And fleeting shores his patrimonial fields. At last he lands, half-hopeful, half-forlorn, A human heart with all its cares and ties. The larks, his fellow emigrants, will rise At once and sing, on alien breezes borne, Forget the transfer from their native skies, And sing as bravely to the southern morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CURIOSITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |