 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
OVER THE SHIPS THE WHITE MISTS LIE.
Over the ships the white mists lie,
And the sea is cold and gray;
The moon has taken her place in the sky,
But her face is turned away.
And the sea is cold and gray;
The moon has taken her place in the sky,
But her face is turned away.
The half of her lovely light is gone,
And the sea is cold and gray,
But the ships are sailing on and on
To their haven in the bay.
And the sea is cold and gray,
But the ships are sailing on and on
To their haven in the bay.
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They cut the mist, they stem the gale,
And, till their ports be won,
Sail to the land of morn, and sail
To the land of the setting sun.
And, till their ports be won,
Sail to the land of morn, and sail
To the land of the setting sun.
My lover is sailing away from me,
Sailing night and day,
And wherever I look I seem to see
The sea-mist, cold and gray.
Sailing night and day,
And wherever I look I seem to see
The sea-mist, cold and gray.
But I know the while my heart is tossed,
And the mists of sorrow fall,
“That better 't is to have loved and lost
Than not to have loved at all.”
And the mists of sorrow fall,
“That better 't is to have loved and lost
Than not to have loved at all.”
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |