We shall launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore, <br />We shall sail with the magic of dusk behind and enchanted coasts before, <br />Over oceans that stretch to the sunset land where lost Atlantis lies, <br />And our pilot shall be the vesper star that shines in the amber skies. <br /> <br />The sirens will call to us again, all sweet and demon-fair, <br />And a pale mermaiden will beckon us, with mist on her night-black hair; <br />We shall see the flash of her ivory arms, her mocking and luring face, <br />And her guiling laughter will echo through the great, wind-winnowed space. <br /> <br />But we shall not linger for woven spell, or sea-nymph's sorceries, <br />It is ours to seek for the fount of youth, and the gold of Hesperides, <br />Till the harp of the waves in its rhythmic beat keeps time to our pulses' swing, <br />And the orient welkin is smit to flame with auroral crimsoning. <br /> <br />And at last, on some white and wondrous dawn, we shall reach the fairy isle <br />Where our hope and our dream are waiting us, and the to-morrows smile; <br />With song on our lips and faith in our hearts we sail on our ancient quest, <br />And each man shall find, at the end of the voyage, the thing he loves the best.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voyagers/
