My blessing be on Waterford, the town of ships, For it's what I love to be streeling on the quay, Watching while the boats go out, watching them come in, And thinking of the one I know that's sailing far away. It's well to be in Waterford, to see the ships, The great big masts of them against the evening sky, Seagulls flying round, and the men unloading them, With quare strange talk among themselves the time you're passing by. I love to be in Waterford, to see the ships come in, Bringing in their cargoes from west, and east, and south. Some day one I love will stand here upon the quay; He'll take my two hands in his own and stoop to kiss my mouth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE ONE WOMAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WINTER BURIAL by HENRY BELLAMANN THE NAME OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A MANUAL MORE ANCIENT THAT THE ART OF PRINTING ... by VINCENT BOURNE |