‘Unknown Seas’

George Horton
(excerpt)

When this light darkens, and a light comes after,

Who would not fare afar to unknown seas?

Oh, many a bark, with perfect winds to waft her,

Flits on and on to strangest destinies.

And there is heard for aye the wave’s low laughter

And music dying on each dying breeze.

Art not a-weary of this sordid scheming

And of a world whose constant care is gain?

Lo, merchant sails on all our seas are gleaming

And all about us clanks the toiler’s chain;

But in those regions life itself is dreaming.

And prudent thoughts are held in high disdain.