A SHIP, AN ISLE, A SICKLE MOON
by: James Elroy Flecker
 SHIP, an
isle, a sickle moon--
- With few but with how splendid stars
- The mirrors of the sea are strewn
- Between their silver bars!
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- An isle beside an isle she lay,
- The pale ship anchored in the bay,
- While in the young moon's port of gold
- A star-ship--as the mirrors told--
- Put forth its great and lonely light
- to the unreflecting Ocean, Night.
- And still, a ship upon her seas,
- The isle and the island cypresses
- Went sailing on without the gale:
- And still there moved the moon so pale,
- A crescent ship without a sail!
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'A Ship, an Isle, a Sickle Moon'
is reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A.
Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921. |
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