THE VOYAGE.
Glitters a white, a lonely sail,Where stoops the grey mist o’er the sea.What does his distant search avail?At home, unfound, what leaveth he?Whistles the wind; the waves at playSport round the bending, creaking mast;Ah! notforFortune does he stray,Nor yetfromFortune flees he fast.’Neath him, like sapphire, gleams the sea;O’er him, like gold, the sunlight glows;But storms, rebellious, wooeth he,As if in storms he’d find repose.
Glitters a white, a lonely sail,Where stoops the grey mist o’er the sea.What does his distant search avail?At home, unfound, what leaveth he?Whistles the wind; the waves at playSport round the bending, creaking mast;Ah! notforFortune does he stray,Nor yetfromFortune flees he fast.’Neath him, like sapphire, gleams the sea;O’er him, like gold, the sunlight glows;But storms, rebellious, wooeth he,As if in storms he’d find repose.
Glitters a white, a lonely sail,Where stoops the grey mist o’er the sea.What does his distant search avail?At home, unfound, what leaveth he?
Glitters a white, a lonely sail,
Where stoops the grey mist o’er the sea.
What does his distant search avail?
At home, unfound, what leaveth he?
Whistles the wind; the waves at playSport round the bending, creaking mast;Ah! notforFortune does he stray,Nor yetfromFortune flees he fast.
Whistles the wind; the waves at play
Sport round the bending, creaking mast;
Ah! notforFortune does he stray,
Nor yetfromFortune flees he fast.
’Neath him, like sapphire, gleams the sea;O’er him, like gold, the sunlight glows;But storms, rebellious, wooeth he,As if in storms he’d find repose.
’Neath him, like sapphire, gleams the sea;
O’er him, like gold, the sunlight glows;
But storms, rebellious, wooeth he,
As if in storms he’d find repose.