24.12.2008, 14:29
A Smiling Sea
Two barques are passing on the sea of fate,
Which gently bandies them upon its breast,
Croons low a carol of their sunny quest,
And bears them safely through the coraled strait.
The seagods gather to felicitate
Along the blue-white furrows of the crest;
There is no green-eyed monster manifest,
No fear of mutiny in either mate.
Tall palms are waving welcome on a strand;
A tropic isle uncovers to their sight.
The vessels fold their pinions near the land,
Like two young doves retiring from a flight,
And, where regret is written on the sand,
Drop anchor in the harbor of delight.
Two barques are passing on the sea of fate,
Which gently bandies them upon its breast,
Croons low a carol of their sunny quest,
And bears them safely through the coraled strait.
The seagods gather to felicitate
Along the blue-white furrows of the crest;
There is no green-eyed monster manifest,
No fear of mutiny in either mate.
Tall palms are waving welcome on a strand;
A tropic isle uncovers to their sight.
The vessels fold their pinions near the land,
Like two young doves retiring from a flight,
And, where regret is written on the sand,
Drop anchor in the harbor of delight.