When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, <br />And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore, <br />And o'er the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float. <br />There's joyance and there's freedom when the fishing boats go out. <br /> <br />The wind is blowing freshly up from far, uncharted caves, <br />And sending sparkling kisses o'er the brows of virgin waves, <br />While routed dawn-mists shiveroh, far and fast they flee, <br />Pierced by the shafts of sunrise athwart the merry sea! <br /> <br />Behind us, fair, light-smitten hills in dappled splendor lie, <br />Before us the wide ocean runs to meet the limpid sky <br />Our hearts are full of poignant life, and care has fled afar <br />As sweeps the white-winged fishing fleet across the harbor bar. <br /> <br />[Page 35] <br /> <br />The sea is calling to us in a blithesome voice and free, <br />There's keenest rapture on its breast and boundless liberty! <br />Each man is master of his craft, its gleaming sails out-blown, <br />And far behind him on the shore a home he calls his own. <br /> <br />Salt is the breath of ocean slopes and fresher blows the breeze, <br />And swifter still each bounding keel cuts through the combing seas, <br />Athwart our masts the shadows of the dipping sea-gulls float, <br />And all the water-world's alive when the fishing boats go out.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-fishing-boats-go-out/
