60. A SHIP, AN ISLE, A SICKLE MOON
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A ship, an isle, a sickle moon— With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!
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An isle beside an isle she lay, The pale ship anchored in the bay, While in the young moon's port of gold A star-ship—as the mirrors told— Put forth its great and lonely light To the unreflecting Ocean, Night.
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And still, a ship upon her seas, The isle and the island cypresses Went sailing on without the gale: And still there moved the moon so pale, A crescent ship without a sail!
James Elroy Flecker.