Like a dry fish flung inland far from shore, <br />There lived a sailor, warped and ocean-browned, <br />Who told of an old vessel, harbor-drowned, <br />And out of mind a century before, <br />Where divers, on descending to explore <br />A legend that had lived its way around <br />The world of ships, in the dark hulk had found <br />Anchors, which had been seized and seen no more. <br /> <br />Improving a dry leiure to invest <br />Their misadventure with a manifest <br />Analogy that he may read who runs, <br />The sailor made it old as ocean grass-- <br />Telling of much that once had come to pass <br />With him, whose mother should have had no sons.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-anchors/
