John Davidson


                   The boat is chafing at our long delay,
                     And we must leave too soon
                   The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,
                     The tawny sands, the moon.
                   Keep us, O Thetis, in our western flight!
                     Watch from thy pearly throne
                   Our vessel, plunging deeper into night
                     To reach a land unknown.


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