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IN HARBOR (ST. JOHN'S, NEWFOUNDLAND), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: One cannot call it sorrow any more
Last Line: That might as well have stopped and anchored there.
Subject(s): Anchors; Boats; Harbors; Sailing & Sailors; Seamen; Sails


One cannot call it sorrow any more;
It is so vague and far away a feeling.

Faintly the memory of her goes stealing
Out like a ship that seeks another shore.

Once it was like the angry sweep of knives
To see the joy of love on others' faces.
Now it is good to hear the sailors' wives
Croon as the homing vessels find their places.

There is so much that we need not remember;
There is so little we may not forget;
How can I know the day may not come yet
That brings to ash a slowly dying ember?

So many lovers of the spar and mast,
In some far harbor blue with Arctic air,
Have seen a graceful ship go sailing past
That might as well have stopped and anchored there.





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