Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | VII. The Sea | | The White Squall | | Bryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall) (1787–1874) |
| | | THE SEA was bright, and the bark rode well; | |
| The breeze bore the tone of the vesper bell; | |
| ’T was a gallant bark with a crew as brave | |
| As ever launched on the heaving wave. | |
| She shone in the light of declining day, | 5 |
| And each sail was set, and each heart was gay. | |
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| They neared the land where in beauty smiles | |
| The sunny shore of the Grecian Isles; | |
| All thought of home, of that welcome dear | |
| Which soon should greet each wanderer’s ear; | 10 |
| And in fancy joined the social throng | |
| In the festive dance and the joyous song. | |
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| A white cloud glides through the azure sky,— | |
| What means that wild despairing cry? | |
| Farewell the visioned scenes of home! | 15 |
| That cry is “Help,” where no help can come; | |
| For the White Squall rides on the surging wave, | |
| And the bark is ’gulfed in an ocean grave. | | | | |
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