There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea <br />On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee <br />Wealth of silver and magicry; <br />And the harbor is like to an ebon cup <br />With mother-o'-pearl to the lips lined up, <br />And brimmed with the wine of entranced delight, <br />Purple and rare, from the flagon of night. <br /> <br />Lo, in the east is a glamor and gleam, <br />Like waves that lap on the shores of dream, <br />Or voice their lure in a poet's theme! <br />And behind the curtseying fisher boats <br />The barge of the rising moon upfloats, <br />The pilot ship over unknown seas <br />Of treasure-laden cloud argosies. <br /> <br />Ere ever she drifts from the ocean's rim, <br />Out from the background of shadows dim, <br />Stealeth a boat o'er her golden rim; <br />Noiselessly, swiftly, it swayeth by <br />Into the bourne of enchanted sky, <br />Like a fairy shallop that seeks the strand <br />Of a far and uncharted fairyland. <br /> <br />Now, ere the sleeping winds may stir, <br />Send, O, my heart, a wish with her, <br />Like to a venturous mariner; <br />For who knoweth but that on an elfin sea <br />She may meet the bark that is sailing to thee, <br />And, winging thy message across the foam, <br />May hasten the hour when thy ship comes home?<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harbor-moonrise/
