Cale Young Rice

(1872-1943 / United States)

When The Wind Is Low - Poem by Cale Young Rice

When the wind is low, and the sea is soft,
   And the far heat-lightning plays
On the rim of the west where dark clouds nest
   On a darker bank of haze;
When I lean o'er the rail with you that I love
   And gaze to my heart's content;
I know that the heavens are there above --
   But you are my firmament.

When the phosphor-stars are thrown from the bow
   And the watch climbs up the shroud;
When the dim mast dips as the vessel slips
   Through the foam that seethes aloud;
I know that the years of our life are few,
   And fain as a bird to flee,
That time is as brief as a drop of dew --
   But you are Eternity.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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