Author Richard Henry Dana 'T is close at hand; for there, once more, The burning ship. Wide sheets of flame And shafted fire she showed before;— Twice thus she hither came;—But now she rolls a naked hulk, and throwsA wasting light; then settling, down she goes. 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