Robert Harrison
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The Silver Ship
Ah, see the moon in all her silvered splendour
Majestically sailing the surface of a bottomless sea.
Black the water whose depths downward do render
To my sight, twinkling creatures most curious to me.
Hovering in the bosom of a possessive mother,
Who, for eons of time coveted her children’s glow
Next her heart, no man steering from one or to another,
Except to the planets where hot and cold winds blow.
In full sail does she wander o’er a wondrous ocean,
Held to her course by a helmsman blue and round.
No vessels bar her way in disordered commotion,
Nor knotted rope measuring shallows warning sound.
Her passage can be lost in the turning of a blind eye,
No sound heard as the void caresses her curved bow.
The seasons, plotting her course where she must ply
A western horizon, her scuppers o’er flowing now.
Ah, see the moon in all her silvered splendour
Majestically sailing the surface of a bottomless sea.
Black the water whose depths downward do render
To my sight, twinkling creatures most curious to me.
Hovering in the bosom of a possessive mother,
Who, for eons of time coveted her children’s glow
Next her heart, no man steering from one or to another,
Except to the planets where hot and cold winds blow.
In full sail does she wander o’er a wondrous ocean,
Held to her course by a helmsman blue and round.
No vessels bar her way in disordered commotion,
Nor knotted rope measuring shallows warning sound.
Her passage can be lost in the turning of a blind eye,
No sound heard as the void caresses her curved bow.
The seasons, plotting her course where she must ply
A western horizon, her scuppers o’er flowing now.