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elfsThe Dismantled Ship, by Walt Whitman
In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul'd up at last and
hawser'd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.
In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul'd up at last and
hawser'd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.
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Another one
Date: 2007-01-27 07:02 am (UTC)Her hold is full of memories, her berths are bearing trees.
Becalmed and now at anchor she no more carries lumber
And gone are all the fisher's catch that once had strained her seems.
Gone are the men who turned her bough towards the artic trade;
The oldest timbers ringing 'neath their heels.
Yet though her rigging's silent now where once the wind had played
She still recalls the music that it yields.
Somehow seems a little more positive.
Outward Bound. Can't remember what name the group was going by, but I think the CD was Sirens (a previous incarnation of the group was Pilots of Tiger Bay).