Flower o' the thorn A book of wayside verse: By John Payne |
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SEA-DRIFT.
SEA-DAYS!
To fare on, floating, through a golden haze,
Toward a goal that fleeth in the West,
Some fair and far and never-compassed quest,
Some rainbow never robbed by nearness of its rays!
To fare on, floating, through a golden haze,
Toward a goal that fleeth in the West,
Some fair and far and never-compassed quest,
Some rainbow never robbed by nearness of its rays!
Sea-nights!
To wander, wave-borne, 'midst the flitting lights,
The sharp prow thrusting through the thick star-crew,
Like fireflies dancing o'er the darkling blue,
And in the moon's wake steer toward the unseen Mights!
To wander, wave-borne, 'midst the flitting lights,
The sharp prow thrusting through the thick star-crew,
Like fireflies dancing o'er the darkling blue,
And in the moon's wake steer toward the unseen Mights!
Sea-dreams!
To track through laughing lymph the glancing gleams,
Athwart the boundless blue go gazing down
And in that infinite hyaline feel drown
Thought, wish and wit of that which is and that which seems!
To track through laughing lymph the glancing gleams,
Athwart the boundless blue go gazing down
And in that infinite hyaline feel drown
Thought, wish and wit of that which is and that which seems!
Sea-sleep!
Still rocked and cradled on the chanting deep,
To lapse and lose in that narcotic song
The sense of joy and sorrow, right and wrong,
The memory of a world, where men must work and weep!
Still rocked and cradled on the chanting deep,
To lapse and lose in that narcotic song
The sense of joy and sorrow, right and wrong,
The memory of a world, where men must work and weep!
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