Classic Poem

Fair famous flood, which some time did divide,
But now conjoins two diadems in one,
Suspend thy pace, and some more softly slide,
Since we have made thee mistress of our moan.
And since none's left but thy report alone,
To tell the world our captain's last farewell, —
That courtesy, I know, when we are gone,
Neptune thy lord may it perchance reveal,
And you, again, the same will not conceal;
But straight proclaim it thro' his brinish bounds,
Till his high tides these flowing tidings tell,
And straightway send them, with his murm'ring sounds,
To that religious place, whose stately walls,
Do keep the heart, which all our hearts enthrals.