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WEIGHING ANCHOR, by            
First Line: Reality, unloose that steady grip
Last Line: Break round her bows, and it is time for going.
Subject(s): Anchors; Sonnet (as Literary Form)


Reality, unloose that steady grip
That holds me firmly to the rocks of day.
Through sleep's warm water I would glide and sway.
Reality, release me! Let me slip!
An anchor's use is but to hold a ship
While it must linger idle in the bay,
But at the time of voyaging we weigh
The anchor and the vessel makes her trip.
My soul has rocked at anchor while my hands
Have loaded her with cargoes of routine,
But now her hold is filled to overflowing,
Sleep's tide is rising through the shifting sands
Of little worries; waves of foaming green
Break round her bows, and it is time for going.





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