Classic Poem

BROKEN PROMISE .

After strange stars, inscrutable, on high;
After strange seas beneath his floating feet;
After the glare in many a brooding eye, —
I wonder if the cry of " Land " was sweet?

Or did the Atlantic gold, the Atlantic palm,
The Atlantic bird and flower, seem poor, at best,
To the gray Admiral under sun and calm,
After the passionate doubt and faith of quest?