| I built a little ship o' dreams,
As trim as trim could be; And under most auspicious skies I sent it out to sea, And I wondered if fair winds or foul Would bring it back to me. I watched the ships put out from port And many a shining spar Drifted beyond the harbor lights, Across the safe home-bar, Until the last white sail went down Beyond the farthest star. Full many a ship came back to port, As friendly winds incline; And some bore sorry, drooping masts, And some rode straight and fine; Some came with torn and tattered sails, But nevermore came mine. My gallant little ship o' dreams, I watch no more for you, When all the other ships come home Through waters gray or blue. The happiest crafts sometimes are those That never weather through! |
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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