“Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,
Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,
That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,
Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?”

—  Robert Seymour Bridges

Bk. II, No. 2, A Passer-By http://www.bartleby.com/101/835.html, st. 1 (1879). <br class="br">Shorter Poems (1879-1893)

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