O little ship that passed us in the night, What sunrise wast thou bound for, as we sailed Our longer voyage in the wind that wailed, Across dark waves, with few great stars in sight? Or wast thou bound for where, in dim half light The Isles that None Return From lie thick-veiled In their eternal mist; and shrunk and paled, The sun of Ghostland shines from changeless height? We had but time to hail and ask her name. It sounded faint, like "Persis," and we heard "God's haven" as the port from which she came; Bound for . . . But in the sobbing of the wind, And clash of waves, we failed to catch the word, And she was gone; and we were left behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 12 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |