Come Young Pirates, Through Fog Laced English Shores I See Her Mighty Shrine (X X X)
To my Queen, my heart, love and fate resign
through fog laced English shores, I see her mighty shine,
impressive stands in virtuous solitude;
but, to cold loveless eyes, a warm and gracious view.
Before this fight these minor lines to share;
I write my thanks and praise, all goodly men must hear.
Misplaced suspicions of a woman's word
when they are stamped by truth, deceit is no more heard,
as redness swells a full and blushing cheek
there from engaging lips love's truthfulness will speak.
To what her beauty might I fain compare;
agonizing blue-green eyes and holly scented hair,
this accursed moment my mind drifts with glee
to her sweet luscious smile that compliments the sea.
These holy flames, this fire that I bear,
now lights my onward course and saves me from despair.
At journey's end processional bell's ring
then will fulfillment come and clip my restless wing.
Today, my warship battles in her name,
what belongs to weaker realms, England now lays claim!
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: england,queen,pirate,ship,story
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Come Young Pirates, is a series of descriptive sea poems highlighting the adventures of the Captain and his crew as they battle both real and imagined enemies. In this segment, the Captain writes a few words to his Queen before attacking a Spanish stronghold and trading post said to be hording great riches.