| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1604. Richard Somers |
| | | By Barrett Eastman |
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| HIS body lies upon the shore, | |
| Afar from his beloved land, | |
| And over him shine tropic suns; | |
| No more he thrills at sound of guns, | |
| No longer, cutlass in his hand, | 5 |
| Cries, “Follow me!” and goes before. | |
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| Above him droop the languid trees, | |
| Athirst and fainting with the noon; | |
| Around him drowsy lizards crawl. | |
| No more he hears the boatswain’s call, | 10 |
| Nor sees the waters rock the moon, | |
| Nor smells the keen and salty breeze. | |
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| Vain roars old Ocean in his ear, | |
| Calling to him from mighty deeps, | |
| Yearning for him who loved the main. | 15 |
| Never shall he make sail again; | |
| Under the restless sands he sleeps, | |
| He is at rest, he cannot hear. | |
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| But when the Trumpet sounds alarms | |
| On that great day when all shall rise, | 20 |
| And earth and sea give up their dead, | |
| Then out from his unquiet bed | |
| Where now heroic SOMERS lies | |
| His soul will leap to Ocean’s arms! | |
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