When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone <br />Unto that watery desolation; <br />Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray, <br />That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora. <br />Those deities which circum-walk the seas, <br />And look upon our dreadful passages, <br />Will from all dangers re-deliver me, <br />For one drink-offering poured out by thee, <br />Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear, <br />In my short absence, to unsluice a tear; <br />But yet for love's-sake, let thy lips do this,-- <br />Give my dead picture one engendering kiss; <br />Work that to life, and let me ever dwell <br />In thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-sailing-from-julia/
