O little ship that passed us in the night, What sunrise wast thou bound for, as we sailed Our longer voyage in the wind that wailed, Across dark waves, with few great stars in sight? Or wast thou bound for where, in dim half light The Isles that None Return From lie thick-veiled In their eternal mist; and shrunk and paled, The sun of Ghostland shines from changeless height? We had but time to hail and ask her name. It sounded faint, like "Persis," and we heard "God's haven" as the port from which she came; Bound for . . . But in the sobbing of the wind, And clash of waves, we failed to catch the word, And she was gone; and we were left behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE FISH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ANGEL OR WOMAN by THOMAS PARNELL OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |