David Morton

(1886-1957 / United States)

Old Ships

There is a memory stays upon old ships,
   A weightless cargo in the musty hold, --
Of bright lagoons and prow-caressing lips,
   Of stormy midnights, -- and a tale untold.
They have remembered islands in the dawn,
   And windy capes that tried their slender spars,
And tortuous channels where their keels have gone,
   And calm blue nights of stillness and the stars.

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