Friday, April 08, 2005
Three Ships, Otto Henry Bacher, 1880
I saw three ships that sailed away
Beneath a leaden sky,
Their helms hard set for far Cathay,
Their decks I could descry;
Upon the prow of every ship
Was carved a maiden fair,
Beclothed in but a wispy slip
With flowing flaxen hair.
And in the rigging of each mast
There clambered jolly crew
Who filled the yards, full sail at last,
And trimmed each tack and clew.
The ships rode high upon the foam
As proud they slipped the quay
And eased the ebb away from home
For lands of mystery.
The rising moon full round and bright
As beaten silver gleams,
While night by night in faerie light
These ships sail through my dreams.
Far off spy I for vessels three —
Might they appear one day?
But mostly I gaze out to sea
And long to sail away.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull