[BNP/E3, 10 – 1]

22-7-1916

Ship sailing out to sea,

If thou canst not take me,

Take at least with thy hope

Of other ports my misery

And what in me doth grope.

Ship sailing far away,

Let me dream thou canst go

Where I at last may

No longer live with woe

Or with grief stay.

Ship sailing out to Death,

Go far, go far.

Under the breath

Of the wind, while the star

Of Fate listeneth.

Ship that art not anywhere,

But that I dream,

That is why thou art fair.

Sail or sail not… Seem

To sail. That is all. Where?

Ship that I dream and fades

In my dreams distance, go…

There are happier glades

Beyond where I know.

But this is to-day and woe.