When the wind is low, and the sea is soft, And the far heat-lightning plays On the rim of the West where dark clouds nest On a darker bank of haze; When I lean at the rail with you that I love And gaze to my heart's content; I know that the heavens are there above -- But you are my firmament. When the phosphor-stars are thrown from the bow And the watch climbs up the shroud; When the dim mast dips as the vessel slips Through the foam that seethes aloud; I know that the years of our life are few, And fain as a bird to flee, That time is as brief as a drop of dew -- But you are eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |