PHILLIPS STEWART
IN shadowy calm the boatSleeps by the dreaming oar,The green hills are afloatBeside the silver shore.Youth hoists the white-winged sail,Love takes the longing oar—The oft-told fairy taleBeside the silver shore.Soft lip to lip, and heartTo heart, and hand to hand,And wistful eyes departUnto another strand.And lovely as a starThey tremble o'er the wave,With eager wings afar,Unto the joys they crave.In a sweet trance they fareUnto the wind and rain,With wind-tossed waves of hair,And ne'er return again.And at the drifting side,Changed faces in the deepThey see, a changing tide,Like phantoms in a sleep.Slow hands furl the torn sailWithout one silver-gleam,And, sad and wan and pale,They gaze into a dream.
IN shadowy calm the boatSleeps by the dreaming oar,The green hills are afloatBeside the silver shore.Youth hoists the white-winged sail,Love takes the longing oar—The oft-told fairy taleBeside the silver shore.Soft lip to lip, and heartTo heart, and hand to hand,And wistful eyes departUnto another strand.And lovely as a starThey tremble o'er the wave,With eager wings afar,Unto the joys they crave.In a sweet trance they fareUnto the wind and rain,With wind-tossed waves of hair,And ne'er return again.And at the drifting side,Changed faces in the deepThey see, a changing tide,Like phantoms in a sleep.Slow hands furl the torn sailWithout one silver-gleam,And, sad and wan and pale,They gaze into a dream.
IN shadowy calm the boatSleeps by the dreaming oar,The green hills are afloatBeside the silver shore.
IN shadowy calm the boat
Sleeps by the dreaming oar,
The green hills are afloat
Beside the silver shore.
Youth hoists the white-winged sail,Love takes the longing oar—The oft-told fairy taleBeside the silver shore.
Youth hoists the white-winged sail,
Love takes the longing oar—
The oft-told fairy tale
Beside the silver shore.
Soft lip to lip, and heartTo heart, and hand to hand,And wistful eyes departUnto another strand.
Soft lip to lip, and heart
To heart, and hand to hand,
And wistful eyes depart
Unto another strand.
And lovely as a starThey tremble o'er the wave,With eager wings afar,Unto the joys they crave.
And lovely as a star
They tremble o'er the wave,
With eager wings afar,
Unto the joys they crave.
In a sweet trance they fareUnto the wind and rain,With wind-tossed waves of hair,And ne'er return again.
In a sweet trance they fare
Unto the wind and rain,
With wind-tossed waves of hair,
And ne'er return again.
And at the drifting side,Changed faces in the deepThey see, a changing tide,Like phantoms in a sleep.
And at the drifting side,
Changed faces in the deep
They see, a changing tide,
Like phantoms in a sleep.
Slow hands furl the torn sailWithout one silver-gleam,And, sad and wan and pale,They gaze into a dream.
Slow hands furl the torn sail
Without one silver-gleam,
And, sad and wan and pale,
They gaze into a dream.