White Sail
Reading edition
White sail beyond yon point of sand Set like a gem upon the blue, A fairy bark for elfin land Receding gradually from view; White sail a snow flake come to rest Like thistledown, upon the sea; A distant beacon on the breast Of watery immensity. White sail, a finger tip that seems To beckon from the ocean’s rim, To some enchanted isle of dreams Beyond the skyline, vague and dim. White sail that like a lonely tern Fades out against the dying day, We watch till you are gone and yearn To voyage into the far away.