Oh! how many mariners, how many captains Who set off lighthearted for faraway journeys Are vanished in this mournful horizon! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How many skippers dead with their crews! The Ocean took all the pages of their lives And with one puff scattered them over the waves. None will know their end sunk in the deep . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . None will know their names, not even the humble stone In the narrow cemetery where echoes answer us, Not even the green weeping willow shedding its leaves in the fall, Not even the plaintive monotonous song Of the blindman singing in the corner of an old bridge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |