O! for the homeward sailing!
O! for the Farther Shore!
O! for the exile-ending!
O! for the coming home!
O! for the Tall Ship
with white-sails and white-timbers
on the grey seas coming
with glittering foam on her brow,
quietly and gently
slipping through the waters,
shining in the golden sun
with full wind in her sails
to take me home.
O! the ever-watching
of the Farthest Edge
for a glimpse of that White Ship
coming at last to these weary shores.
O! ye waves crashing and rolling,
in thy tumbled voice
bring me rumour of her Arrival,
her Most Blessëd Arrival.
O! to set out from harbour
upon briny wave
with wind on my brow
with salt-spray and glittering-sparkle
and with gulls sending me off rejoicing,
calling with their sea-voices: “Farewell!”
Looking back as hither-shore fades:
Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
O! to pass over the Western Seas
past the fair enchanted isles
through the Silver-Mists
and the Golden-Rain
to at last reach a sunlit shore
of green green lands...
O! for the homeward sailing!
O! for the Farther Shore!
O! for the exile-ending!
O! for the coming home!
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