Poems (Jackson)/Emigravit
EMIGRAVIT.
ITH sails full set, the ship her anchor weighs.Strange names shine out beneath her figure head.What glad farewells with eager eyes are said!What cheer for him who goes, and him who stays!Fair skies, rich lands, new homes, and untried daysSome go to seek; the rest but wait insteadUntil the next stanch ship her flag doth raise.Who knows what myriad colonies there areOf fairest fields, and rich, undreamed-of gainsThick planted in the distant shining plainsWhich we call sky because they lie so far?Oh, write of me, not "Died in bitter pains,"But "Emigrated to another star!"