White Sail
White sail beyond yon point of sand
Set like a gem upon the blue,
A fairy bark for elfin land
Receding gradually from view;
White sail a snow flake come to rest
Like thistledown, upon the sea;
A distant beacon on the breast
Of watery immensity.
White sail, a finger tip that seems
To beckon from the ocean’s rim,
To some enchanted isle of dreams
Beyond the skyline, vague and dim.
White sail that like a lonely tern
Fades out against the dying day,
We watch till you are gone and yearn
To voyage into the far away.