Source type: newspaper
Document type: poem
Document title: “Outward Bound”
Author(s): Tylee, Edward Sydney
City of publication: London, England
Date of publication: 21 September 1901
Volume number: none
Issue number: 3821
|Tylee, Edward Sydney. “Outward Bound.” Spectator 21 Sept. 1901 n3821: p. 389.|
|William McKinley (poetry).|
(PM K S 14 , 1901.)
F! for now a stormy morn and dark
The hour of greeting and of parting brings;
Already on a rising wind yon bark
Spreads her impatient wings.
Too hasty keel, a little while delay!
A moment tarry, O thou hurrying dawn!
For long and sad will be the mourners’ day
When their beloved is gone.
But vain the hands that beckon from the shore:
Alike our passion and our grief are vain.
Behind him lies our little world: before
The illimitable main.
Yet, none the less, about his moving bed
Immortal eyes a tireless vigil keep—
An angel at the feet and at the head
Guard his untroubled sleep.
Two nations bowed above a common bier,
Made one for ever by a martyred son—
One in their agony of hope and fear,
And in their sorrow one.
And thou, lone traveller of a waste so wide,
The uncharted seas that all must pass in turn,
May the same star that was so long thy guide
O’er thy last voyage burn.
No eye can reach where through yon sombre veil
That bark to its eternal haven fares;
No earthly breezes swell its shadowy sail:
Only our love and prayers.