THE MOON-CANOE.
Reading edition
Where evening tides creep dark and blue, I launch my little moon-canoe. I leave the planet harbor light, And lay my course along the Night. I paddle down the Milky Way Where phospher sky weeds gleam and spray, And pluck what starry branches grow Along its winding overflow. I swing my shallop out mid dream Where tides of summer evening stream; And carried on this sound so wide, Still on and on and on I glide, Harking, along the Western bar The bell buoy of a swinging star. My meteor anchor will, I ween, Hold in this dark of depth unseen; The dew, my silver lead and line Doth sound me shallows of star shine; And now and then I reef the veil Of fog that serves me for a sail. When, bold, I make the Western lee, Old pilot shadows signal me; And tacking windward come a fleet Of clouds, with ghostly spar and sheet. I follow them and disembark, And moor my boat beyond the Dark.