the Happy Isles

April 29, 2009 at 1:02 am (Poetry)

The vessel puffs her little sail
While, in port she sleepily lies
A gust of words, on wind arise!
Move Earth and Heaven with minds.

‘Tis never too late to seek new worlds
Though much is taken, much abides;
and if we sail beyond the sunset
We shall touch the Happy Isles.

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