John Le Gay Brereton

(2 September 1871 – 2 February 1933 / Australia)

The Liner - Poem by John Le Gay Brereton

The foamy waves are swishing
As patiently we thud,
But O the wave of wishing
That surges in my blood!

Along the ocean's rim, now,
With never-ceasing song,
I wish that I could swim now
And shove the boat along.

My heart is crying, tireless,
The word it has to say.
What need have we of wireless
Who know a better way?

The slow craft plunges nor'ward
And welters on the blue:
My thoughts are floating forward
And swooping home to you.

Your magic love is tingling
In every vein of me,
And you and I are mingling
In spite of rolling sea.

Yet O that I could borrow
That albatross's flight!
To-morrow, Love, to-morrow
Is our supreme delight.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 27, 2010



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