Poems (Jackson)/My Ship
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MY SHIP.
Y brothers' ships sail out by night, by day;My brothers' feet run merry on the shore,They need not weep, believing they no more.Shall find the loved ones who have sailed away,So frequent go their ships, to-morrow maySee one return for them.The ship that boreMy loved from me lies where she lay before;My heart grows sick within me as I pray The silent skipper, morn by morn, if heWill sail before the night.With patient treadI bear him all my goods. I cannot seeWhat more is left that could be stripped from me,But still the silent skipper shakes his head:Ah me! I think I never shall be dead!