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Won't you help support DayPoems? After You, PilotBy John Hay10/8/1838-7/1/1905Dawn gilded over dunes of sand That border Mobile Bay The fleet, which under Farragut In expectation lay. For ere that rising sun should set, Full many a sailor bold Should perish, leaving but a name On history's page of gold. Others have sung and yet shall sing Of Farragut's renown: How to the Hartford's maintop lashed He gained his conqueror's crown. Let others sing those deeds while we, In sorrow and in pride, Tell how one gallant gentleman With high decorum died. The Admiral came across the bar With threescore flags in air, The Gulf's blue mirror never glassed A scene so sternly fair. Over his fleet of eighteen ships His dark eye proudly ran; And Craven in the monitor Tecumseh led the van. Morgan and Gaines shot forth their fires From either bellowing shore; With deeper rage the fleet replied- One thunderous, volleying roar. But straight ahead bold Craven dashed Upon the swelling tide, To seek and smite the Tennessee, The foeman's hope and pride. A noble quarry! Seeking her, Most worth his knightly steel, He recked not of the leaking death Beneath his gliding keel. One moment in the conning tower He thought of loved ones dear- Then at the black foe's lowering bulk He bade his pilot steer. A roar, a shock, a shuddering plunge! Full well did Craven know No mortal skill might save his ship Smit by that dastard blow. The doom impending shrieked and beat Its fatal wings so nigh That only one might pass the stair And one must pause, and die. "After you, Pilot," Craven said. O words of flawless fame! Out of that awful moment bloomed A pure, immortal name. The pilot passed, the hero stayed; Within that turret's round Met glorious death and endless life And faith by honor crowned. The good ship plunged to ocean's ooze. Forth from the flood and fire Our reverence sees that gentle soul To kindred heaven aspire; And markswhen Craven stands beneath God's hero-sheltering dome- The shade of Philip Sidney rise And bid him welcome home. DayPoems Poem No. 1587 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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