Pickering Pick
A Sailor Contemplates His Drowning
Must not forget our duty as done by himA flag raised even as the waves embracedAnd swallowed into her closeness and lightA warmer ocean this than one we are used toThough gentle we descend, not gentle goodnight And dragons we fought has cravenly fledYour shorelines a distant and comforting threatFall short from the currents that discharge us henceArgonauts all though gallantly takenThe country much less than the man I regardNot strange to my memory, stranger by fightingA victory cannot be spared, spared from his graveSo followed and followed Bahamian waterBritannia her flag raised for victory's sakeSwear not in hatred, this death I have takenAnd home of Cadiz we never shall encounter
From Letras Mania