Ships That Pass in the Night
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;I look far out into the pregnant night,Where I can hear a solemn booming gunAnd catch the gleaming of a random light,That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.
My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are glassing;For I would hail and check that ship of ships.I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!Is there no hope for me? Is there no wayThat I ma