War Drums (Scharkie)/The Harbour of the West
THE HARBOUR OF THE WEST.
Down in those silent spaces let me float,
Over in purple sunset cities yonder;
Yes! let me steer my pearly little boat
Into the twilight where gold wood-winds wander,
Far as the evening star, and let me rest,
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Over in purple sunset cities yonder;
Yes! let me steer my pearly little boat
Into the twilight where gold wood-winds wander,
Far as the evening star, and let me rest,
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Hope! yonder, there is Eden; close thine ears;
Hear not the muffled beating of the sea
Behind, that breaks so lonely in its tears.
Unfold thy weary pinions, fly with me,
Far as the evening star, and let us rest
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Hear not the muffled beating of the sea
Behind, that breaks so lonely in its tears.
Unfold thy weary pinions, fly with me,
Far as the evening star, and let us rest
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Those silent spaces—filled with visions bright,
Folded in amber glory, stoled in peace!
There let me take my life-awearied flight
Into their solitary loveliness,
Far as the evening star, and let me rest
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Folded in amber glory, stoled in peace!
There let me take my life-awearied flight
Into their solitary loveliness,
Far as the evening star, and let me rest
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Sunset pillowing longing in its arms;
Twilight tingling down the slopes of time;
Peaceful waters waving out their charms;
Amber ripples of eternal rhyme.
Clear image of Eternity, sweet rest
Down in the golden harbour of the west.
Twilight tingling down the slopes of time;
Peaceful waters waving out their charms;
Amber ripples of eternal rhyme.
Clear image of Eternity, sweet rest
Down in the golden harbour of the west.