God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment. Erect stood He, scanning His work proudly. Then -- at fateful time -- a wrong called, And God turned, heeding. Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly, Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways. So that, forever rudderless, it went upon the seas Going ridiculous voyages, Making quaint progress, Turning as with serious purpose Before stupid winds. And there were many in the sky Who laughed at this thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS by ANDREW MARVELL ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 39 by PHILIP SIDNEY THRENODY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 9. WHEN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH FOR A NOVEL OF HALL CAINE'S by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) DARTMOOR: SUNSET AT CHAGFORD: RESPONDENT DHMIOURGOS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |