<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Steamboat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See how yon flaming herald treads<br>The ridged and rolling waves,<br>As, crashing o’er their crested heads,<br>She bows her surly slaves! <br>With foam before and fire behind,<br>She rends the clinging sea,<br>That flies before the roaring wind,<br>Beneath her hissing lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning spray, like sea-born flowers,<br>With heaped and glistening bells,<br>Falls round her fast, in ringing showers,<br>With every wave that swells;<br>And, burning o’er the midnight deep,<br>In lurid fringes thrown,<br>The living gems of ocean sweep<br>Along her flashing zone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With clashing wheel and lifting keel,<br>And smoking torch on high,<br>When winds are loud and billows reel,<br>She thunders foaming by;<br>When seas are silent and serene,<br>With even beam she glides,<br>The sunshine glimmering through the green<br>That skirts her gleaming sides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, like a wild, nymph, far apart<br>She veils her shadowy form,<br>The beating of her restless heart<br>Still sounding through the storm;<br>Now answers, like a courtly dame,<br>The reddening surges o’er,<br>With flying scarf of spangled flame,<br>The Pharos of the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-night yon pilot shall not sleep,<br>Who trims his narrowed sail;<br>To-night yon frigate scarce shall keep<br>Her broad breast to the gale;<br>And many a foresail, scooped and strained,<br>Shall break from yard and stay,<br>Before this smoky wreath has stained<br>The rising mist of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! hark! I hear yon whistling shroud,<br>I see yon quivering mast;<br>The black throat of the hunted cloud<br>Is panting forth the blast! <br>An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff,<br>The giant surge shall fling<br>His tresses o’er yon pennon staff,<br>White as the sea-bird’s wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet rest, ye wanderers of the deep;<br>Nor wind nor wave shall tire<br>Those fleshless arms, whose pulses leap<br>With floods of living fire;<br>Sleep on, and, when the morning light<br>Streams o’er the shining bay,<br>Oh think of those for whom the night<br>Shall never wake in day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472609" data-title="The Steamboat de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="See how yon flaming herald treads The ridged and rolling waves, As, crashing o’er their crested heads, She bows her surly slaves! With foam before and fire behind, She rends the clinging sea, That flies before the roaring wind, Beneath her..."></div> </div> </div>

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