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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RICHARD SOMERS, by BARRETT EASTMAN First Line: His body lies upon the shore Last Line: His soul will leap to ocean's arms! | |||
HIS body lies upon the shore, Afar from his beloved land, And over him shine tropic suns; No more he thrills at sound of guns, No longer, cutlass in his hand, Cries, "Follow me!" and goes before. Above him droop the languid trees, Athirst and fainting with the noon; Around him drowsy lizards crawl. No more he hears the boatswain's call, Nor sees the waters rock the moon, Nor smells the keen and salty breeze. Vain roars old Ocean in his ear, Calling to him from mighty deeps, Yearning for him who loved the main. Never shall he make sail again; Under the restless sands he sleeps, He is at rest, he cannot hear. But when the Trumpet sounds alarms On that great day when all shall rise, And earth and sea give up their dead, Then out from his unquiet bed Where now heroic SOMERS lies His soul will leap to Ocean's arms! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHIQUITA: A LEGEND OF THE WESTERN SEAS by BARRETT EASTMAN WHEN MY TURN COMES by BARRETT EASTMAN THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW by JOHN DONNE THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON SONNET: 8. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY by JOHN MILTON |
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