I have not known a quieter thing than ships, Nor any dreamers steeped in dream as these; For all that they have known disastrous seas, And winds that left their sails in flagging strips, Nothing disturbs them now, no stormy grips That once had hurt their sides, no crash or swell; Nor can the fretful harbor quite dispel The quiet that they learned on lonely trips. They have no part in all the noisy noons; They are become as dreams of ships that go Back to the secret waters that they know, Each as she will, to unforgot lagoons, Where nothing moves except her ghostly spars That mark the patient watches on the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOW GREY THE WORLD WAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: WEDNESDAY by JOHN BYROM |