Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face,
Link'd arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace;
Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below
The foaming wake far widening as we go.
On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave,
How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave!
The dripping sailor on the reeling mast
Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
Simply superb rhyming and rhythm equating sea voyage of a ship with the journey of soul through the ocean of life.. Loved the poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. The distance looms large in the mind's horizon.
Such a beautiful flowing descriptive piece. Really loved this
This poem was set to music for the Music Festival when I went to school many many many years ago.....😀
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the meaning is akin to the journey of life..