Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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Poeta atque Navis
Poeta.Art thou, poor wave-beat hull, the same
We watched amid the port's acclaim
Receive on wreathèd prow thy name?
Poor ship! How hard have dealt with thee
The fortunes of the wind and sea,
Who seemed for fairer fate to be!
Navis.
The fortunes of the wind and sea,
Who seemed for fairer fate to be!
And thou, poor world-sick soul, art thou
The same on whose unwrinkled brow
Was set for crown the laurel bough?
Now have I rest from wind and wave:
But thou hast still the storms to brave
Of life whose haven is the grave.
But thou hast still the storms to brave
Of life whose haven is the grave.
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