An Ode to Astronomy and other poems by Arthur E. Waite, (Written at the age of Nineteen) |
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THE SEA ROVER. |
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THE SEA ROVER.
I steer across the azure main,
My boat is strong, though light and slim;
The tempest blusters all in vain,
It harms no craft so tight and trim.
My boat is strong, though light and slim;
The tempest blusters all in vain,
It harms no craft so tight and trim.
I sail beneath a tropic sky,
A wandering bark I seldom meet,
And swift the haunts of men pass by,
They are too much with crime replete.
A wandering bark I seldom meet,
And swift the haunts of men pass by,
They are too much with crime replete.
But when some lonely isle I reach,
Some Eden undisturbed by men,
I land upon the golden beach
And linger there awhile, and then
Some Eden undisturbed by men,
I land upon the golden beach
And linger there awhile, and then
Spread out once more the idle sail,
And roam the sky girt ocean round,
Till, wafted by the fragrant gale,
Again a resting place be found.
And roam the sky girt ocean round,
Till, wafted by the fragrant gale,
Again a resting place be found.
And men may laugh and call me mad,
But had they joy so wild as mine
The earth would be an Eden glad,
And all who dwelt therein divine.
But had they joy so wild as mine
The earth would be an Eden glad,
And all who dwelt therein divine.
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