OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go, A fleet of little ships, whose every name -- @3Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose@1 and @3Surf@1 and @3Snow@1, Burns in this blackness like an altar-flame; Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong, The people's fleet that never knew its worth, And every name is a broken phrase of song To some remembered loveliness on earth. There's @3Barbara Cowie, Comely Bank@1 and @3May@1, Christened, at home, in worlds of dawn and dew: There's @3Ruth@1 and @3Kindly Light@1 and @3Robin Gray@1 With @3Mizpah@1. (May that simple prayer come true!) Out of old England's inmost heart they sail, A fleet of memories that can never fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SWAN AND THE GOOSE by AESOP THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |