Poems (Hardy)/Sometime
For works with similar titles, see Sometime.
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
SOMETIME
THERE is a ship named Sometime;
Men dream of it, and wait;
One on the shore, impatient,
One at the household gate,
Thinking: "If it come not in the morn,
Then in the evening it may."
But one I knew, not thinking of ships,
Worked till the close of the day,
Lifting his eyes at evening-time,
There his ship at anchor lay.
Men dream of it, and wait;
One on the shore, impatient,
One at the household gate,
Thinking: "If it come not in the morn,
Then in the evening it may."
But one I knew, not thinking of ships,
Worked till the close of the day,
Lifting his eyes at evening-time,
There his ship at anchor lay.