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A Farewell to the “Sunbeam.”
1889.
We watched the ship from speck to phantom grow,
From phantom to its three fair towers of sail,
Then o'er the Solent's tide of silver pale
We saw the sunset flash upon thy bow.
The whole air sang, waves sang as we did row,
We heard from land the far-off nightingale,
But clear above all music an “All hail!”
Broke o'er us as we neared the golden prow.
From phantom to its three fair towers of sail,
Then o'er the Solent's tide of silver pale
We saw the sunset flash upon thy bow.
The whole air sang, waves sang as we did row,
We heard from land the far-off nightingale,
But clear above all music an “All hail!”
Broke o'er us as we neared the golden prow.
Farewell! no Syrens shall thy keel perplex,
No need of thongs thy pilot safe to bind
From death in Scylla's song-enchanted seas;
For one full-voiced as old Mæonides
And skilled as Orpheus, walks the shining decks,
Whose spell shall charm the deeps and woo the wind.
No need of thongs thy pilot safe to bind
From death in Scylla's song-enchanted seas;
For one full-voiced as old Mæonides
And skilled as Orpheus, walks the shining decks,
Whose spell shall charm the deeps and woo the wind.
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