In The Harbor - Becalmed


    Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,
    Still unattained the land it sought,
    My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,
    Lies waiting the auspicious gales.

    On either side, behind, before,
    The ocean stretches like a floor,--
    A level floor of amethyst,
    Crowned by a golden dome of mist.

    Blow, breath of inspiration, blow!
    Shake and uplift this golden glow!
    And fill the canvas of the mind
    With wafts of thy celestial wind.

    Blow, breath of song! until I feel
    The straining sail, the lifting keel,
    The life of the awakening sea,
    Its motion and its mystery!


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