Author Richard Henry Dana And wanton talk, and laughter heard, Where sounds a deep and awful voice. There 's awe from that lone ocean-bird: Pray ye, when ye rejoice!“Leave prayers to priests,” cries Lee: “I'm ruler here!These fellows know full well whom they should fear!” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments