I leave behind me the elm-shadowed square <br />And carven portals of the silent street, <br />And wander on with listless, vagrant feet <br />Through seaward-leading alleys, till the air <br />Smells of the sea, and straightway then the care <br />Slips from my heart, and life once more is sweet. <br />At the lane's ending lie the white-winged fleet. <br />O restless Fancy, whither wouldst thou fare? <br />Here are brave pinions that shall take thee far -- <br />Gaunt hulks of Norway; ships of red Ceylon; <br />Slim-masted lovers of the blue Azores! <br />'Tis but an instant hence to Zanzibar, <br />Or to the regions of the Midnight Sun; <br />Ionian isles are thine, and all the fairy shores!<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outward-bound/
