Poems (Strong)/I, too

by Laura Coster Strong

I, TOO June 13, 1905; for J. R. S. to read on the 'Cretic' (Written in reference to a European trip, the author not going)

Again I near historic shores,
 The scenes are fraught with storied fate;
Where dawn now creeps o'er yonder deeps
 A Cæsar sailed in regal state;
The rowers, panting, bent to their oars,
 On crested waves the galley sped,
And with hawk-eye keen and classic mien
 The Hero reared his world-crowned head.

I, too, a conqueror, sailed these seas
 Long ago on a wondrous cruise;
Breasting the wave in triumph brave,
 The world was before me to choose.
The wind-swept rigging sang pæans of joy,
 The salt spray to greet me was flung,
Flying pennons gay on sparkling way,
 I laughed for life and love were young.

ABOARD THE 'ALICE'; FOG OFF SCHOODIC POINT: AUG. 8, 1904