Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the Sea

by Bliss Carman

With the tall ships of St. John.

In the morning I am with them

As they clear the island bar,—

Fade, till speck by speck the midday

Has forgotten where they are.

But I sight a vaster sea-line,

Wider lee-way, longer run,

Whose discoverers return not

With the ships of gray St. John.