At sea their mischiefs grew, but ours at land, For being by chance arrived, while our knights stand To view their storm-tossed friends on two cliffs near, Thence, lo, they vanished, and six pillars were Fixed in their footsteps; pillars all of gold, Fair to our eyes, but woeful to behold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |