The sails of the ship are white, love; What are they? The hauling clouds, you say. The ropes are weather-worn, love; What are they? The strands of rain, you say. The lights ashore are lit, love; What are they? The beacon stars, you say. How shall we keep the course, love, By night and day? By a secret chart, you say. But how shall we reckon true, love, Without time of day? By a tick of the heart, you say. And how shall we know the land, love, On that day? You smile and will not say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by ELBRIDGE JEFFERSON CUTLER STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE WATERS OF LETHE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THINKING OF SAINTS AND OF PETRONIUS ARBITHE by MARY BUTTS (1890-1937) |