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Sonnets

by Edward Moxon

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SONNET XII.

[Lo! yonder barks that from the calm bay glide]

Lo! yonder barks that from the calm bay glide,
Buoyant they ride over the deep abyss,
The swift winds follow their white sails to kiss;
Prancing like steeds they spurn the purple tide.
But whither do they go, or when return?
Unlimited to me their course appears,
Too wide the space to be devoid of fears,
Though for their guide in heaven a star should burn.
As one by one majestic they advance,
In vain the waves their bounding strength oppose;
On, on, her country's pride, the vessel goes,
Light as the breezes that around her dance;
So like a thing of hope she leaves the bay,
A spirit passing from our world away.