THRO' the faintest filigree Over the dim waters go Little ships of Arcady When the morning moon is low. I can hear the sailors' song From the blue edge of the sea, Passing like the lights along Thro' the dusky filigree. Then where moon and waters meet Sail by sail they pass away, With little friendly winds replete Blowing from the breaking day. And when the little ships have flown, Dreaming still of Arcady I look across the waves, alone In the misty filigree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A MASQUE OF DEAD QUEENS by STANLEY E. BABB S. MATTHIAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |