RAIN SHIPS
The sky is a grey sea,
Ro 'ing like yeast. The rain ihips are coining la fleets from the east. With hollowing sail And shadowy prow, And whiter than spindrift The mist at the bow. With the nind at the wheel, In topsail and shroud, Each tall ship goes dipping, Each tall ship of cloud. ller hold full of treasure Of flagon and phial. And crystal and sapphire And emeraJ-d vial. Of magic quintessence — The fine alchemy Of air and clear sunshine, And murmuring sea. Heavy and laden With treasure, in truth, The ichor of life From, the fountain of youth That Ponce de Leon Sought for in vain— Each tall ship goes dipping With cargo of rain.
—Ruth Park
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Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 67, 20 March 1937, Page 53 (Supplement)
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122RAIN SHIPS Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 67, 20 March 1937, Page 53 (Supplement)
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