Poems (Storrie)/A Missing Ship
A Missing Ship.
When thou didst slip thy cable, and with pride Of windfilled canvas curtsy to the shore A white farewell, our reason half denied The miracle thou wast, for custom more, And more doth blind us. We, because it wore Familiar features, scorned thy majesty; And hadst thou won, as oft thou didst before Thy haven in unchecked prosperity We had not heeded, nor remembered thee. But now! Oh phantom! where and what art thou? In what strange realms of pale green mystery Has ocean whelmed thee and thy masters now? In some deep caverns, slumbrous with his breath Perchance he holds thee, wrapped in tranquil death.