AN OUTLAND VOYAGE.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIII, Issue 10124, 6 May 1896, Page 3

AN OUTLAND VOYAGE.

Tiik (all *hip< coniß and the tall ships go, Across the purple bay; lint there's never a !-hlp>o fair nnd fine, Nuver .» ship so brave as mine- , As mine that sailed away. Bright in the tight, and grey in the shade, And white when the waves grow dun. Tho gulls go by with their great wings spread; But the sails of ray ship were gold and red, And they shone like the setting sun. They make good cheer in the tavern bere, The' tailors home from sea; But tho crew of my ship, they feast with kings, In emerald crowns, and opal rings, And coats of the cramuisie. Fine is the freight their ships bring In, But mine hears liner tar ; Pearls, and roses, and links of gold, Mjrrh, and amber, and rich bales rolled, As brigli' -s the morning star. Twas May-...i)' morn that my ship set sail, With the dew on hor figure-head ; Her bows were wreathed with the hawthorn bloom, As she stole through the dusk of the dawning gloom. Like a ghost, or a bride new-wed. The Mavdava dawn, and the May-days die, And' the' hour draws near, I know— The duy when my ship shall come for me, To carry me back to my own countrie, Cast of the sun, by the outmost sea, In the heart of the Long Ago. ■Rosamund Marriott-Watson.