O SHIP, ship, ship, That travellest over the sea, What are the tidings, I pray thee, Thou bearest hither to me? Are they tidings of comfort and joy, That shall make me seem to see The sweet lips softly moving And whispering love to me? Or are they of trouble and grief, Estrangement, sorrow, and doubt, To turn into torture my hopes, And drive me from Paradise out? O ship, ship, ship, That comest over the sea, Whatever it be thou bringest, Come quickly with it to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOTHER NATURE by EMILY DICKINSON THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |