Up Anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day. Yo, heave ho! Aloft and alow Elf sailors are singing, Yo, heave ho! The breeze that is blowing So sturdily strong Shall fill up thy sail With the breath of a song. A fay at the mast-head Keeps watch o'er the sea; Blown amber of tresses Thy banner shall be; Thy freight the lost laughter That sad souls have missed, Thy cargo the kisses. That never were kissed. And ho, for a fay maid Born merry in June, Of dainty red roses Beneath a red moon. The star-pearls that midnight Casts down on the sea, Dark gold of the sunset Her fortune shall be. And ever she whispers, More tenderly sweet, "Love am I, love only, Love perfect, complete. The world is my lordship, The heart is my slave; I mock at the ages, I laugh at the grave. Wilt sail with me ever A dream-haunted sea, Whose whispering waters Shall murmur to thee The love-haunted lyrics Dead poets have made Ere life had a fetter, Ere loye was afraid?" Then up with the anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of loveland Are thine for a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF LOOKING DOWNWARDS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |