 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
THE LAST VOYAGE.
At shut of day they sat and talked,
In their old house by the sea;
The weather-beaten Solomon,
And his good wife Marsalee.
In their old house by the sea;
The weather-beaten Solomon,
And his good wife Marsalee.
“The sun looks like a ship,” he said,
“That is nearly come to land;
That slanting beam, like a plank pushed out
To take aboard some hand.”
“That is nearly come to land;
That slanting beam, like a plank pushed out
To take aboard some hand.”
And when at length the gold-backed clouds
Crouched in the dark, from view,
He said, “It will be a stormy night;
May the good ship weather through!”
Crouched in the dark, from view,
He said, “It will be a stormy night;
May the good ship weather through!”
At last the old wife Marsalee
Could win no answering word;
The ship was gone, the plank hauled in,
And Solomon was aboard.
Could win no answering word;
The ship was gone, the plank hauled in,
And Solomon was aboard.
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |