SAIL, oh sail away, Oh sail, ye clouds, above my face, Here where I lie; Trail, oh trail away Ye ling'ring minutes and give place To hours that fly. But when I hear an echo mutter, Soft up the slope of golden gorse, Oh, when I see a distant horse, When I shall see, afar, a kerchief flutter Among the shrouds And driving veils of mist, you'll sail away you hours and clouds, You'll sail away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE TO OUR BLESSED LADY (1) by HENRY CONSTABLE ODE (MUSIC-MAKERS) by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |