O SHIP, ship, ship, That travellest over the sea, What are the tidings, I pray thee, Thou bearest hither to me? Are they tidings of comfort and joy, That shall make me seem to see The sweet lips softly moving And whispering love to me? Or are they of trouble and grief, Estrangement, sorrow, and doubt, To turn into torture my hopes, And drive me from Paradise out? O ship, ship, ship, That comest over the sea, Whatever it be thou bringest, Come quickly with it to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 58 (VERSION 2) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 74 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |