SILVER SHIPS
Reading edition
I sit beside a sapphire sea, And watch my ships come home to me, And all the world is bright with flame, Answering my joyous heart’s acclaim. Their sails are made of pale white mist, By beams of morning softly kissed; Their freight is dreams, a precious store, Gathered upon some shining shore. Come, little ships of silver hue, Bring me fond hopes and visions new, Bring me the dreams I lost one day, When my Beloved went far away.