Where lies the land to which the ship would go? <br />Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. <br />And where the land she travels from? Away, <br />Far, far behind, is all that they can say. <br /> <br />On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, <br />Link'd arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace; <br />Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below <br />The foaming wake far widening as we go. <br /> <br />On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, <br />How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave! <br />The dripping sailor on the reeling mast <br />Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past. <br /> <br />Where lies the land to which the ship would go? <br />Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. <br />And where the land she travels from? Away, <br />Far, far behind, is all that they can say.<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-lies-the-land-to-which-the-ship-would-go/
