EPITAPH FOR A SAILOR BURIED ASHORE
HE who but yesterday would roamCareless as clouds, and currents range,In homeless wandering most at home,Inhabiter of change;Who wooed the West to win the East,And named the stars of North and South,And felt the zest of Freedom's feastFamiliar in his mouth;Who found a faith in stranger-speech,And fellowship in foreign hands,And had within his eager reachThe relish of all lands—How circumscribed a plot of earthKeeps now his restless footsteps still,Whose wish was wide as ocean's girth,Whose will the water's will!
HE who but yesterday would roamCareless as clouds, and currents range,In homeless wandering most at home,Inhabiter of change;Who wooed the West to win the East,And named the stars of North and South,And felt the zest of Freedom's feastFamiliar in his mouth;Who found a faith in stranger-speech,And fellowship in foreign hands,And had within his eager reachThe relish of all lands—How circumscribed a plot of earthKeeps now his restless footsteps still,Whose wish was wide as ocean's girth,Whose will the water's will!
HE who but yesterday would roamCareless as clouds, and currents range,In homeless wandering most at home,Inhabiter of change;
HE who but yesterday would roam
Careless as clouds, and currents range,
In homeless wandering most at home,
Inhabiter of change;
Who wooed the West to win the East,And named the stars of North and South,And felt the zest of Freedom's feastFamiliar in his mouth;
Who wooed the West to win the East,
And named the stars of North and South,
And felt the zest of Freedom's feast
Familiar in his mouth;
Who found a faith in stranger-speech,And fellowship in foreign hands,And had within his eager reachThe relish of all lands—
Who found a faith in stranger-speech,
And fellowship in foreign hands,
And had within his eager reach
The relish of all lands—
How circumscribed a plot of earthKeeps now his restless footsteps still,Whose wish was wide as ocean's girth,Whose will the water's will!
How circumscribed a plot of earth
Keeps now his restless footsteps still,
Whose wish was wide as ocean's girth,
Whose will the water's will!