OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go, A fleet of little ships, whose every name -- @3Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose@1 and @3Surf@1 and @3Snow@1, Burns in this blackness like an altar-flame; Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong, The people's fleet that never knew its worth, And every name is a broken phrase of song To some remembered loveliness on earth. There's @3Barbara Cowie, Comely Bank@1 and @3May@1, Christened, at home, in worlds of dawn and dew: There's @3Ruth@1 and @3Kindly Light@1 and @3Robin Gray@1 With @3Mizpah@1. (May that simple prayer come true!) Out of old England's inmost heart they sail, A fleet of memories that can never fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |